闻一多·《雪》英译

夜散下无数茸毛似的天花，

织成一件大氅，

轻轻地将憔悴的世界，

从头到脚地包了起来：

又加了死人一层殓衣。

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伊将一片鱼鳞似的屋顶埋起了，

却总埋不住那屋顶上的青烟缕。

啊！缕缕蜿蜒的青烟啊！

仿佛是诗人向上的灵魂，

穿透自身的躯壳，直向天堂迈往。

 

高视阔步的风霜蹂躏世界，

森林里抖颤的众生战斗多时，

最末望见伊底白氅，

都欢声喊道：“和平到了，奋斗成功了！

这不是冬投降底白旗吗？”

 

Snow

Wen Yiduo

 

Night has scattered countless fury flowers from heaven,

Woven them into a big feathery cloak,

And gently wrapped the weary world

From head to toe

Adding a shroud on the corpse.

 

She buries the fish-scaled roofs,

But not the thin threads of blue smoke rising from atop.

Ah! The twisting threads of blue smoke!

As a poet’s ascending soul,

After filtering through its own body,

Goes straight toward heaven.

 

The strutting wind and frost batter the earth;

In the forest the shivering masses, after long battles,

At last see her white feathery cloak,

And yell together with glee;

“Peace has come; our struggle has succeeded!

Isn’t this the white flag of night’s surrender?”