George Gordon Byron - Sonnet on Chillon 汉译

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For there thy habitation is the heart—

The heart which love of thee alone can bind;

And when thy sons to fetters are consign’d —

To fetters, and the damp vault’s dayless gloom,

Their country conquers with their martyrdom,

And Freedom’s fame finds wings on every wind.

 

Chillon! thy prison is a holy place,

And thy sad floor an altar - for ‘twas trod,

Until his very steps have left a trace

Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod,

By Bonnivard!— May none those marks efface!

For they appeal from tyranny to God.

 

咏锡雍

 

你磅礴的精神之永恒的幽灵！

　　自由呵，你在地牢里才最灿烂！

　　因为在那儿你居于人的心间——

那心呵，它只听命对你的爱情；

当你的信徒们被带上了枷锁，

　　在暗无天日的地牢里牺牲，

　　他们的祖国因此受人尊敬，

自由的声誉随着每阵风传播。

 

锡雍！你的监狱成了一隅圣地，

　　你阴郁的地面变成了神坛，

因为伯尼瓦尔在那里走来走去

　　印下深痕，仿佛你冰冷的石板

是生草的泥土！别涂去那足迹

　　因为它在暴政下向上帝求援。