Walt Whitman - How Solemn As One by One 汉译

[Washington City, 1865]

How solemn as one by one,

As the ranks returning worn and sweaty, as the men file by where stand,

As the faces the masks appear, as I glance at the faces studying the masks,

(As I glance upward out of this page studying you, dear friend, whoever you are,)

How solemn the thought of my whispering soul to each in the ranks, and to you,

I see behind each mask that wonder a kindred soul,

O the bullet could never kill what you really are, dear friend,

Nor the bayonet stab what you really are;

The soul! yourself I see, great as any, good as the best,

Waiting secure and content, which the bullet could never kill,

Nor the bayonet stab O friend.

一个一个地够多么庄重

（华盛顿城，1865）

一个一个地够多么庄重，

疲劳而汗淋淋的队伍在归途中，士兵们在我站着的地方排成纵队走过，

脸部像是假面，我望着这些脸端详着这些假面，

（我从这页纸上抬头端详着你时，亲爱的朋友，不管你是谁，）

对队伍里的每个人，对你，我那悄悄细语着的灵魂的思想是那样庄重，

我在每个假面背后看到一个奇迹，即一个和我相通的灵魂，

啊，子弹永远也杀不死那个真正的你，亲爱的朋友，

刺刀也刺不死那个真正的你；

那个灵魂！我看见的是你自己和别的一切一样伟大，和最好的一样优美，

它在安稳而满足地等候着，子弹绝不可能杀死，