雙語詩(shī)歌翻譯：鄭敏·《冬日下午》
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冬日下午
鄭敏
畫畫的人睡去了，
讓大路躺在無色里。
或是它在沉思吧？
想一雙赤裸的軟腳，
一把花格遮陽傘，
它的臉都白了——。
白楊哭訴：
“什么時(shí)候重有美麗呢，
風(fēng)不歌頌我了?！?/p>
烏鴉歇在石堡上，
天太低。
寂寞從枝梢滴下，
我走過睡著的美人，
她在等候薰風(fēng)。
有人輕輕觸我的臂肘，
輕輕牽我的衣袖，
是一雙怯怯的小手；
仿佛小聲說
“不能看看她嗎？……”
于是我停腳回視：
大路上沒有行人。
一枝瘦弱的白薔薇
伸出矮籬
猶自顫抖……
?
Apparition on a Winter Afternoon: A Painting
Zheng Min
?
The painter has dozed off
And let the great road lie here colourless –
Perhaps lost in meditation,
Musing upon a pair of tender, naked feet
And a checkered parasol,
The road’s face has turned all white.
It tears the white willow complains,
“When will the beauty reappear?
The wind sings my praises no more.”
A crow reposes on a stone wall.
The sky hangs so low.
Loneliness drips from the branches.
I pass the lovely girl, drowsing,
Waiting for a fragrant breeze.
Someone lightly touches my elbow,
Gently tugs at my sleeve –
A pair of timid hands.
A tiny voice seems to say,
“Can’t you see me?”
Whereupon I stay my steps and turn back:
Not a soul on the road.
A branch of white rose, slender and fragile,
Reaches out through a low hedge,
Still trembling by itself.
（Herbert Batt and Sheldon Zitner 譯）
