艾伦坡-《乌鸦》中英对照

The Raven 乌鸦Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.“’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—Only this and nothing more.”Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.Eagerly I wished the morrow; —vainly I had sought to borrowFrom my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore—For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore—Nameless here for evermore.And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating“’Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door—Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; —This it is and nothing more.”Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, “Sir,” said I, “or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you”—here I opened wide the door; —那是一个沉寂的午夜，许多已被忘却的恢诡谲怪萦绕心头，使我精疲力竭。

在困倦不堪几近入睡之际，我突然听到一阵叩击，似乎有人在轻轻的敲击——敲击我的屋门“有客人来了。

”我嘀咕道，“就是他在敲我的门——就是这样，别无其他。

“啊，我清楚的记得那是阴冷的十二月；点点将息的余烬向地板上投出它鬼魅般的光影。

我多么希望快点天明；失去勒诺的悲痛，书籍也无法平息她清绝旖旎，名字宛若天赐。

但却从此无名迹。

那紫色的绸布窗帘也陷入了悲伤，不安的沙沙作响这让我战栗，使我陷入了前所未有恐惧；为平息狂跳的心，我站立起身，重复嘟喃那句“是有人想进我的屋子里，是个晚来的客人想进来而已——就是这样，仅此而已。

“这时我慢慢的鼓起了勇气，不再犹豫，“这位先生”，我说道，“噢或女士，请原谅我方才迟迟没有回应；刚刚我差点睡着，您的扣击声又这么轻，我好不容易才确定是有人在敲门。

“于是我打开了门——门外漆黑一片，根本没有人。

By Edgar Allan Poe 埃德加·艾伦·坡Darkness there and nothing more.1/ 5Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “Lenore?”This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, “Lenore!”—Merely this and nothing more.Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.“Surely,” said I, “surely that is something at my window lattice;Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore—Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; —’Tis the wind and nothing more!”Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore;Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door—Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door—Perched, and sat, and nothing more.Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,“Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,” I said, “art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore—Tell me what thy lordly name is o n the Night’s Plutonian shore!”Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”我向漆黑的深处望去，久久在那里站定，思忖着，恐惧着，怀疑着，幻想着从来没有人敢想的梦境；仍是这片沉寂，毫无征迹，我只声轻轻的叫出了那个名字，“勒诺？”接着传来一阵回声，也是这个名字，“勒诺！”——仅此而已。

我转身回到屋里，内心灼痛不已，不久，一阵比方才略高的扣击声，又在我耳边响起。

“肯定有什么东西，”我说，肯定有什么东西在我的窗棂那里。

那我就去看看吧，看看那边到底有什么，我这就来揭开这个谜底——让我的心平静一下，去揭开这个谜底——原来只是一阵风而已。

我的心狂跳不止，猛然推开窗，一只庄严的乌鸦迈了进来，他来自那神圣的过往；既没有向我致意，也没有片刻停息；他径直飞落在我的屋门上，如贵妇如上帝——正好落在门上那尊帕拉斯半身像上——仅仅一直端坐在那里。

这只黢黑的鸟儿侃然正色，哄骗我从那悲伤的幻想中走向微笑，“纵使羽冠已被剪掉，”我道，“你定不胆小，鬼魅般的乌鸦，你冷酷又古老，夜夜在岸边徘徊——告诉我在阴间你尊贵的名号！”乌鸦说道：“永不复焉！”2/ 5Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning—little relevancy bore;For we cannot help agreeing that no living human beingEver yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door—Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,With such name as “Nevermore.”But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke onlyThat one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.Nothing farther then he uttered—not a feather then he fluttered—Till I scarcely more than muttered “Other friends have flown before—On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before.”Then the bird said “Nevermore.”Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, “Doubtless,” said I, “what it utters is its only stock and storeCaught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful DisasterFollowed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore—Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden boreOf ‘Never—nevermore’.”But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linkingFancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore—What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yoreMeant in croaking “Nevermore.”纵使他答非所问，答案并无意义，我仍大吃一惊：这丑陋的飞禽竟将话语听的如此清晰；我们不能否认，从没有人如此幸运，能目睹一只鸟兽端坐屋门的半身雕塑上面，有着这样一个名字：永不复焉！然而这只乌鸦，独坐于那静默的半身像上，口中只陈那一词，灵魂由此倾泻出来一般。