英語筆譯《荷塘月色》

英語筆譯《荷塘月色》

　　月光如流水一般，靜靜地瀉在這一片葉子和花上。這是《荷塘月色》中的句子。下面是小編分享的翻譯為英文的《荷塘月色》，歡迎大家閱讀!

　　英語筆譯《荷塘月色》

　　譯文：

　　Moonlightover the Lotus Pond

　　I have felt quiteupset recently, Tonight, when I was sitting in the yard enjoying the cool, itoccurred to me that the Lotus Pond, which I pass by every day, must assumequite a different look in such moonlit night. A full moon was rising highin the sky; the laughter of children playing outside had died away; in theroom, my wife was patting the son, Run-er, sleepily humming a cradle song.Shrugging on an overcoat, quietly, I made my way out, closing the door behindme.

　　Alongside the Lotus Pond runs a smallcinder footpath. It is peaceful and secluded here, a place not frequented bypedestrians even in the daytime; now at night, it looks more solitary, in alush, shady ambience of trees all around the pond. On the side where the pathis, there are willows, interlaced with some others whose names I do not know.The foliage, which, in a moon-less night, would loom somewhat frighteninglydark, looks very nice tonight, although the moonlight is not more than a thin,greyish veil.

　　Iam on my own, strolling, hands behind my back. This bit of the universe seemsin my possession now; and I myself seem to have been uplifted from my ordinaryself into another world, I like a serene and peaceful life, as much as a busyand active one; I like being in solitude, as much as in company. As it istonight, basking in a misty moonshine all by myself. I feel I am a free man,free to think of anything, or of nothing. All that one is obliged to do, or tosay, in the daytime, can be very well cast a side now. That is the beauty ofbeing alone. For the moment, just let me indulge in this profusion of moonlightand lotus fragrance.

　　All over this winding stretch of water,what meets the eye is a silken field of leaves, reaching rather high above thesurface, like the skirts of dancing girls in all their grace. Here and there,layers of leaves are dotted with white lotus blossoms, some in demure bloom,others in shy bud, like scattering pearls, or twinkling stars, our beautiesjust out of the bath. A breeze stirs, sending over breaths of fragrance, likefaint singing drifting from a distant building. At this moment, a tiny thrillshoots through the leaves and flowers, like a streak of lightning, straightacross the forest of lotuses. The leaves, which have been standing shoulder toshoulder, are caught trembling in an emerald heave of the pond. Underneath, theexquisite water is covered from view, and none can tell its colour; yet theleaves on top project themselves all the more attractively.

　　The moon sheds her liquid light silentlyover the leaves and flowers, which, in the floating transparency of a bluishhaze from the pond, look as if they had just been bathed in milk, or like adream wrapped in a gauzy hood. Although it is a full moon, shining through afilm of clouds, the light is not at its brightest; it is, however, just rightfor me —aprofound sleep is indispensable, yet a snatched doze also has a savour of itsown. The moonlight is streaming down through the foliage, casting bushy shadowson the ground from high above, dark and checkered, like an army of ghosts;whereas the benign figures of the drooping willows, here and there, look likepaintings on the lotus leaves. The moonlight is not spread evenly over thepond, but rather in a harmonious rhythm of light and shade, like a famousmelody played on a violin.

　　Around the pond, far and near, high and low,are trees. Most of them are willows. Only on the path side can two or threegaps be seen through the heavy fringe, as if specially reserved for the moon.The shadowy shapes of the leafage at first sight seem diffused into a mass ofmist, against which, however, the charm of those willow trees is stilldiscernible. Over the trees appear some distant mountains, but merely insketchy silhouette. Through the branches are also a couple of lamps, aslistless as sleepy eyes. The most lively creatures here, for the moment, mustbe the cicadas in the trees and the frogs in the pond. But the liveliness istheirs, I have nothing.

　　Suddenly, something like lotus-gatheringcrosses my mind. It used to be celebrated as a folk festival in the South,probably dating very far back in history, most popular in the period of SixDynasties. We can pick up some outlines of this activity in the poetry, It wasyoung girls who went gathering lotuses, in sampans and singing love songs.Needless to say, there were a great number of them doing the gathering, apartfrom those who were watching. It was a lively season, brimming with vitality,and romance. A brilliant description can be found in Lotus Ga-thering writtenby the Yuan Emperor of the Liang Dynasty:

　　So those charming youngsters row their sampans, heart buoyant with tacit love, pass to each othercups of winewhile their bird-shaped prows drift around. From time to time their oars arecaught in dangling algae, and duckweed float apart the moment their boats areabout to move on. Their slender figures, girdled with plain silk, treadwatchfully on board. This is the time when spring is growing intosummer, the leaves a tender green and the flowers blooming, — among which the girls are giggling whenevading an outreaching stem, their shirts tucked in for fear that the sampanmight tilt.

　　That is a glimpseof those merrymaking scenes. It must have been fascinating; but unfortunatelywe have long been denied such a delight.

　　Then I recall those lines in Ballad of Xizhou Island:

　　Gathering the lotus, I am in the South Pond,/The lilies, in autumn,, reach over my head; /Lowering my head I toy with thelotus seed, /look, they are as fresh as the water underneath.

　　If there weresomebody gathering lotuses tonight, she could tell that the lilies here arehigh enough to reach over her head; but, one would certainly miss the sight of thewater. So my memories drift back to the South after all.

　　Deep in my thoughts, I looked up, just tofind myself at the door of my own house. Gently I pushed the door open andwalked in. Not a sound inside, my wife had been asleep for quite a while.

　　QinghuaCampus, Beiiing, July, 1927

　　原文：

　　荷塘月色

　　朱自清

　　這幾天心里頗不寧靜。今晚在院子里坐著乘涼，忽然想起日日走過的荷塘，在這滿月的光里，總該另有一番樣子吧。月亮漸漸地升高了，墻外馬路上孩子們的歡笑，已經聽不見了;妻在屋里拍著閏兒，迷迷糊糊地哼著眠歌。我悄悄地披了大衫，帶上門出去。

　　沿著荷塘，是一條曲折的小煤屑路。這是一條幽僻的路;白天也少人走，夜晚更加寂寞。荷塘四面，長著許多樹，蓊蓊郁郁的。路的一旁，是些楊柳，和一些不知道名字的樹。沒有月光的晚上，這路上陰森森的，有些怕人。今晚卻很好，雖然月光也還是淡淡的。

　　路上只我一個人，背著手踱著。這一片天地好像是我的;我也像超出了平常的自己，到了另一世界里。我愛熱鬧，也愛冷靜;愛群居，也愛獨處。像今晚上，一個人在這蒼茫的月下，什么都可以想，什么都可以不想，便覺是個自由的人。白天里一定要做的事，一定要說的話，現在都可不理。這是獨處的妙處，我且受用這無邊的荷香月色好了。

　　曲曲折折的荷塘上面，彌望的是田田的葉子。葉子出水很高，像亭亭的舞女的裙。層層的葉子中間，零星地點綴著些白花，有裊娜地開著的，有羞澀地打著朵兒的;正如一粒粒的明珠，又如碧天里的星星，又如剛出浴的美人。微風過處，送來縷縷清香，仿佛遠處高樓上渺茫的歌聲似的。這時候葉子與花也有一絲的顫動，像閃電般，霎時傳過荷塘的那邊去了。葉子本是肩并肩密密地挨著，這便宛然有了一道凝碧的波痕。葉子底下是脈脈的流水，遮住了，不能見一些顏色;而葉子卻更見風致了。

　　月光如流水一般，靜靜地瀉在這一片葉子和花上。薄薄的青霧浮起在荷塘里。葉子和花仿佛在牛乳中洗過一樣;又像籠著輕紗的夢。雖然是滿月，天上卻有一層淡淡的云，所以不能朗照;但我以為這恰是到了好處——酣眠固不可少，小睡也別有風味的。月光是隔了樹照過來的，高處叢生的灌木，落下參差的'斑駁的黑影，峭楞楞如鬼一般;彎彎的楊柳的稀疏的倩影，卻又像是畫在荷葉上。塘中的月色并不均勻;但光與影有著和諧的旋律，如梵婀玲上奏著的名曲。

　　荷塘的四面，遠遠近近，高高低低都是樹，而楊柳最多。這些樹將一片荷塘重重圍住;只在小路一旁，漏著幾段空隙，像是特為月光留下的。樹色一例是陰陰的，乍看像一團煙霧;但楊柳的豐姿，便在煙霧里也辨得出。樹梢上隱隱約約的是一帶遠山，只有些大意罷了。樹縫里也漏著一兩點路燈光，沒精打采的，是渴睡人的眼。這時候最熱鬧的，要數樹上的蟬聲與水里的蛙聲;但熱鬧是它們的，我什么也沒有。

　　忽然想起采蓮的事情來了。采蓮是江南的舊俗，似乎很早就有，而六朝時為盛;從詩歌里可以約略知道。采蓮的是少年的女子，她們是蕩著小船，唱著艷歌去的。采蓮人不用說很多，還有看采蓮的人。那是一個熱鬧的季節，也是一個風流的季節。梁元帝《采蓮賦》里說得好：

　　于是妖童媛女，蕩舟心許;鷁首徐回，兼傳羽杯;欋將移而藻掛，船欲動而萍開。爾其纖腰束素，遷延顧步;夏始春余，葉嫩花初，恐沾裳而淺笑，畏傾船而斂裾。

　　可見當時嬉游的光景了。這真是有趣的事，可惜我們現在早已無福消受了。

　　于是又記起《西洲曲》里的句子：

　　采蓮南塘秋，蓮花過人頭;低頭弄蓮子，蓮子清如水。今晚若有采蓮人，這兒的蓮花也算得“過人頭”了;只不見一些流水的影子，是不行的。這令我到底惦著江南了。——這樣想著，猛一抬頭，不覺已是自己的門前;輕輕地推門進去，什么聲息也沒有，妻已睡熟好久了。

　　1927年7月，北京清華園。

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