草叶集(中英对照版)第二十二卷对林肯总统的怀念

Leaves of Grass Book 22. Memories of PresidentLincolnbyWalt Whitman草叶集第二十二卷对林肯总统的怀念沃尔特·惠特曼著飘在风中的人译LEAVES OF GRASS草之叶Come, said my soul,来吧，我的灵魂说道，Such verses for my Body let us write, (for we are one,)为了我的肉体，让我们写下这些诗，（因为我们是密不可分的整体）That should I after return,这样如果以后我将归来，Or, long, long hence, in other spheres,也许，在很久，很久以后，在另外的星体或空间，There to some group of mates the chants resuming,在那里朝着某一群伙伴，我将把这些颂歌重新颂唱，(Tallying Earth’s soil, trees, winds, tumultuous waves,)（把地球的土壤、树木、风儿和汹涌波浪逐一地清点）Ever with pleas’d smile I may keep on,我会带着喜悦的微笑永不放弃，Ever and ever yet the verses owning—as, first, I here and now永永远远地把这些诗篇拥有——就像此时此刻的我一样，首先，Signing for Soul and Body, set to them my name,为了灵魂和肉体而签下名字，把我的名字嵌在它们上面。

Walt Whitman沃尔特·惠特曼BOOK XXII. MEMORIES OF PRESIDENT LINCOLN第二十二卷对林肯总统的怀念W HEN L ILACS L AST IN THE D OORYARD B LOOM’D庭院里的紫丁香最后盛开的时候1When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom’d,庭院里的紫丁香最后盛开的时候，And the great star early droop’d in the western sky in the night,西方夜空里那颗巨大的星星早早低垂的时候，I mourn’d, and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring.我哀恸忧伤，并且将要在每一个归来的春天里哀恸忧伤。

Ever-returning spring, trinity sure to me you bring,每一个归来的春天呀，你一定要给我带来这三样不可分离的东西，Lilac blooming perennial and drooping star in the west,每一年都盛开的紫丁香，低垂在西方的那颗星星，And thought of him I love.还有对我热爱的他的思念。

2O powerful western fallen star!哦，充满力量的西方陨落之星啊！O shades of night—O moody, tearful night!哦，夜里的这些暗影——哦，心绪难宁泪水涟涟的夜晚！O great star disappear’d—O the black murk that hides the star!哦，巨星消失了——哦，黑暗阴霾遮掩了这颗星星！O cruel hands that hold me powerless—O helpless soul of me!哦，那些残酷的手呀，抓住我让我无力挣扎——哦，我那徒劳而无助的灵魂！O harsh surrounding cloud that will not free my soul.哦，环绕四周严酷难耐的云层，让我的灵魂难以解脱！3In the dooryard fronting an old farm-house near the white-wash’d palings,在一座老旧农舍的前院，靠近洗刷得发白的围篱，Stands the lilac-bush tall-growing with heart-shaped leaves of rich green,立着一株长得高高的紫丁香，它有着心形的树叶，绿意郁浓，With many a pointed blossom rising delicate, with the perfume strong I love,许多尖尖的花朵盛开，纤雅地立起，带着我热爱的浓烈花香，With every leaf a miracle—and from this bush in the dooryard,每一片树叶都是一个奇迹呀——在这株生长于前院的灌木上，With delicate-color’d blossoms and heart-shaped leaves of rich green,颜色淡雅的花朵盛开，心形的树叶绿意浓郁，A sprig with its flower I break.我把一枝带着花朵的细枝折下。

4In the swamp in secluded recesses,在隐秘的沼泽深处，A shy and hidden bird is warbling a song.藏着一只羞怯的鸟，用啘啭的声音唱出一首歌。

Solitary the thrush,这是一只独居的画眉，The hermit withdrawn to himself, avoiding the settlements,是隐退到自己世界里的隐士，远离有人居住的地方，Sings by himself a song.他独自地唱起了一首歌。

Song of the bleeding throat,这是从流着鲜血的喉咙里发出的歌声，Death’s outlet song of life, (for well dear brother I know,是死神释放的生命之歌，（因为亲爱的兄弟我清楚地知道，If thou wast not granted to sing thou wouldist surely die.)你本应当已经死去，假如你不曾负有这歌唱的使命。

）5Over the breast of the spring, the land, amid cities,走过春天的胸膛，走过大地，走在城市们的中间，Amid lanes and through old woods, where lately the violets peep’d from the ground, spotting the gray debris,走在小路们中间，穿过那些古老的树林，那里这些新开的紫色花朵从大地上探出头来，点缀在灰色的碎片之中，Amid the grass in the fields each side of the lanes, passing the endless grass,走在小路两旁田野中的青草中间，从无边无际的青草旁经过，Passing the yellow-spear’d wheat, every grain from its shroud in the dark-brown fields uprisen,从长着黄色尖穗的小麦旁经过，深褐色的土地上的小麦，每一粒麦粒都从它那寿衣般的外鞘中长了出来，Passing the apple-tree blows of white and pink in the orchards,从果园的苹果树旁经过，树上盛开着白色和粉色的花朵，Carrying a corpse to where it shall rest in the grave,携带着一具将要到它的墓茔中休憩歇息的尸体，Night and day journeys a coffin.一口棺木没日没夜地走上了旅途。

6Coffin that passes through lanes and streets,走过小巷走过街道的棺木呀，Through day and night with the great cloud darkening the land,日夜穿行在这片被浓密的云层黯淡了的大地，With the pomp of the inloop’d flags with the cities draped in black,挽成环状的旗帜摆成了盛大的仪仗，城市妆裹在黑色之中，With the show of the States themselves as of crape-veil’d women standing,州邦们也让自己现身于此呀，如一个个面戴黑纱的妇人站立，With processions long and winding and the flambeaus of the night,一条条队列长而蜿蜒，夜色里火把闪亮，With the countless torches lit, with the silent sea of faces and the unbared heads,无数个火炬点燃了，一张张面孔和摘下了帽子的头颅组成了沉默之海，With the waiting depot, the arriving coffin, and the sombre faces,棺木暂驻的地方在等待着，棺木到达了，一张张面孔忧郁阴沉，With dirges through the night, with the thousand voices rising strong and solemn,挽歌穿过夜空，千万个声音响起来，响亮而又肃穆，With all the mournful voices of the dirges pour’d around the coffin,挽歌把全部的哀伤之声啊，倾洒包裹了这具棺木，The dim-lit churches and the shuddering organs—where amid these you journey,教堂里亮着黯淡的灯光，管风琴发出颤抖的声音——你的旅途便穿行于这些之中，With the tolling tolling bells’ perpetual clang,缓缓地缓缓地鸣响呀，那不间断的铛铛钟声，Here, coffin that slowly passes, I give you my sprig of lilac.来呀，这慢慢走过的棺木，我把我这一小枝紫丁香向你献上。

7(Nor for you, for one alone,(这不只是献给你的，不是只献给一个人的，Blossoms and branches green to coffins all I bring,我要把这盛开的鲜花和绿色的枝叶带给所有的棺木，For fresh as the morning, thus would I chant a song for you O sane and sacred death.它们有着清晨一般的活力呀，让我能唱出这首送给你的歌，哦，心智健全而又神圣的死亡。