诗歌翻译:席慕蓉·《一棵开花的树》

    摘要

    A Flowering Tree

    席慕蓉《一棵开花的树》英文翻译

    一棵开花的树

    席慕蓉

     

    如何让你遇见我

    在我最美丽的时刻  为这

    我已在佛前  求了五百年

    求他让我们结一段尘缘

     

    佛于是把我化作一棵树

    长在你必经的路旁

    阳光下慎重地开满了花

    朵朵都是我前世的盼望

     

    当你走近  请你细听

    那颤抖的叶

    是我等待的热情

    而当你终于无视地走过

    在你身后落了一地的

    朋友啊  那不是花瓣

    是我凋零的心

     

    A Flowering Tree

    Hsi Muren

     

    How can you be made to meet me

    When I am at my loveliest  For this

    I have beseeched the Buddha for five hundred years

    Praying before his image that in life we might love

     

    A tree the Buddha thus made me

    Growing by the road that you are bound to pass

    In the sunlight I am carefully bedecked with flowers

    Each blossom a hope from a previous life

     

    Please listen as you near me

    Those shaking leaves

    Are the eagerness with which I have awaited you

    But when you pass without a glance

    O, friend  T’is not the petals that

    Fall covering the ground behind you

    But rather my stricken heart

     

    (John J. S. Balcom 译)

     

    One Blossoming Tree

    Xi Muyong/Hsi Mu-Yung

     

    How can I let you see me

    when I am at my prettiest  for this

    I prayed five hundred years in front of the Buddha

    for our earthly destiny to be fulfilled

     

    So the Buddha turned me into a tree

    growing by the roadside where you go by

    I shyly send out my blossoms under the sun

    every flower is a wish of my previous lives

     

    When you walk near me, please listen carefully

    for leaves in their trembling is the passion I wait for

    and if you go by not knowing

    what falls to the ground as you pass

    ah my friend, it is not the petals letting go

    but pieces of my wilted heart

     

    (Julia C. Lin and Tan Lin 译)

     

    A Flowering Tree

    Hsi Muren

     

    How could I let you see me

    At my loveliest.  For this

    Before Buddha, I have prayed for five hundred years,

    Asking Him to grant us such a destiny.

     

    Then Buddha transfigures me into a tree

    Growing by the road that you are sure to take.

    Under the sun, blooming ceremoniously,

    Each flower being the hope from my previous life.

     

    When you approach me  please listen carefully to

    Those trembling leaves that are my passion with which I await you

    And when finally you walk by without a glance

    Those fallen pieces that cover up the ground behind you –

    Oh my friend   – are not simply flower petals.

    They are the withered pieces of my heart.

     

    (Chang Shu-Li 译)

     

    A Tree in Full Blossom

    Xi Murong

     

    Trying hard to let you meet me

    In my prime of beauty, and only for this,

    I have been praying to Buddha for five hundred years,

    To let us form worldly bonds of affections.

     

    So Buddha has made me become a tree,

    And grow on the roadside you’d pass by,

    Which is prudently in full blossom in the sun,

    And every flower is the hope of my previous life.

     

    When you approach me – oh, just listen carefully

    To the quivering leaves, my expectant ardent love,

    But finally, when you heedlessly pass it by,

    What have fallen behind you on the whole ground,

    My dear friends, are not petals of flowers,

    But the withered pieces of my broken heart!

     

    (黄遵洸 译)

     

    A Blossoming Tree

    Hsi Muren

     

    How to make you encounter me

    at my most beautiful moment? For this,

    I have already prayed in front of Buddha for five hundred years,

    praying to Him to let us make a bond in this world.

     

    Buddha thus has transformed me into a tree,

    growing on the roadside where you are required to pass through,

    under the sunlight, I discreetly blossom all over with flowers,

    all the blossoms are my preexistence yearnings.

     

    When you approach, please listen carefully.

    Those trembling leaves are my awaiting passion.

    But when you eventually pass by without seeing,

    Behind your back, fallen all over the ground,

    Ah, friend, those are not petals,

    but my broken heart.

     

    (Wei-Shu Tsai 译)

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