鲁迅·《悼丁君》英译

如磬夜气压重楼，剪柳春风导九秋。

瑶瑟凝尘清愿绝，可怜无女耀高丘。

一九三三年

Mourning Ding Ling

Lu Xun

Stone-heavy lies the night on city buildings;

Spring winds that shaped the willow leaves bring autumn on.

Thick is the dust on the lute of jade, and silent the music.

You will, alas, no longer bring glory to our land.

1933

（W.F. F. Jenner 译）

A Lament for Miss Ding¹

June 28^th, 1933

Lu Xun

Like millstones the nightly mists weigh on the buildings high;

Although Spring is breathing one feels the late Autumn is nigh.

The precious lute is dusty, and the charming music dies;

It’s a pity in our old country no Beauty will shine! ²

1. Ding Ling, a woman writer. On May 14^th, 1933, she was arrested by the Kuomintang agents. When it was rumoured that she had been killed. Lu Xun wrote this poem in memory of her.

2. According to Qu Yuan’s poem Li Sao, “Beauty” also implies “sagacity” or “eminence”.

（吴钧陶 译）

Mourning for Miss Ting

Lu Hsun

Rock-like night air weighs heavy upon towers in tiers.

Willow-trimming spring wind heralds the ninety autumn days so soon!

Jade-inlaid zither covered with dust, ceased is the clear, sad tune.

Pity, the lady who glorifies the lofty mount no longer appears.

（David Y. Ch’en 译）

A Lament for Ms. Ding

Lu Xun

On storied buildings endless night

weighs down like flagstones overhead;

Spring’s breeze that once shaped willow trees

to autumn’s ninety days has led.

The inlaid zither now dust-choked,

its clear and poignant music stops;

Alack that we’re without the maid

who lit up lonely mountain tops!

（Jon Eugene von Kowallis 译）