Te Lake Isle Of Innisfree
茵纳斯弗利岛
A Deep-Sworn Vow
重誓
Ephemera
蜉蝣
When You are Old
当你老了
Te White Birds
白鸟
Down By Te Salley Gardens
柳园里
Te Lover Tells of the Rose in his Hsart
恋人诉说他心中的玫瑰
Te Song Of the Happy Shepherd
快乐的牧人之歌
Te Wild Swans At Coole
柯尔湖的野天鹅
Leda And Te Swan
丽达和天鹅
To Te Rose Upon Te Rood Of Time
致时间十字架上的玫瑰
To Ireland in Te Coming Times
致未来的爱尔兰
Into Te Twilight
走进曙光
Te Song of Wandering Aengus
安格斯漫游歌
Fallen Majesty
沦落的女王
A song
歌
He Tells of the Perfect Beauty
他诉说十全的美
Te Fiddler of Dooney
杜纳的琴手
Te Arrow
箭
Adam''s Curse
亚当的厄运
O do not Love Too Long
噢，别爱太久
A Woman Homer Sung
一个荷马讴歌的女人
No Second Troy
没有第二个特洛伊
All Tings Can Tempt Me
什么都可诱使我
Brown Penny
铜便士
September 1913
1913年9月
Beggar to Beggar Cried
乞丐向乞丐呼喊
On Woman
论女人
Te Fisherman
渔翁
Her Praise
对她的赞美
Easter 1916
1916年复活节
Towards Break of Day
天亮之隙
Te Second Coming
基督重临
A Prayer For my Daughter
为我女儿祈祷
Sailing to Byzantium
驶向拜占庭
Te Tower
塔楼
Te Coming of Wisdom With Time
随时间而来的智慧
AmongSchool Children
在学童中间
Spilt Milk
泼洒的牛奶
Coole Park and Ballylee, 1931
柯尔庄园和贝列里，1931年
Long-Legged Fly
长脚蚊
Te Circus Animals’ Desertion
马戏团驯兽的逃遁
Byzantium
拜占庭
Vacillation
摇摆
Lapis Lazuli For Harry Clifon
天青石雕（为哈利?克里夫顿而作）
Te Cloak, Te Boat,And the Shoes
披风、小船和鞋子
Te Meditationof Te Old Fisherman
老渔夫的幽思
Te Stolen Child
被盗的孩子
Te Falling OfTe Leaves
叶落
Te Spur
激刺
Tose Images
那样的意象
Te MunicipalGallery Revisited
重访市立美术馆
Why Should not Old Men be Mad?
为何老年人不该癫狂
Politics
政治
Under Ben Bulben
本?布尔本山下
附录:诺贝尔文学奖颁奖词
叶芝年表
內容試閱：
The Lake Isle of Innisfree
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles
made;
Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the
honey-bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping
slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket
sings;
There midnight''s all a-glimmer, and noon a purple
glow,
And evening full of the linnet''s wings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear the water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements
gray,
I hear it in the deep heart''s core.
茵纳斯弗利岛
我就要起程，去茵纳斯弗利岛，
搭起一间小屋，筑起泥巴房；
支起九行芸豆架，搭起一排蜂巢，
独个儿住着，听碧阴下蜂鸣萦绕。
我将得到安宁，因它正徐徐降临，
从薄雾落到蟋蟀唱歌的地方；
午夜一片闪耀，正午一团紫光，
傍晚到处飞舞着红雀的翅膀。
我就要起程，因我听见
那水声日日夜夜轻拍着湖滨；
无论我站在灰色的人行道还是车行道，
我都能在心灵深处听见它的声音。
A Deep-Sworn Vow
Others because you did not keep
Tat deep-sworn vow have been friends of mine;
Yet always when I look death in the face,
When I clamber to the heights of sleep,
Or when I grow excited with wine,
Suddenly I meet your face.
重 誓
因你未守重誓，
他人成为我的好友；
但每次我面对死亡，
或是登上梦乡高处，
或微醺之后心情振奋时，
突然间我总看见你的脸。
Ephemera
“Your eyes that once were never weary of mine
Are bowed in sotrow under pendulous lids,
Because our love is waning."
And then She:
"Although our love is waning, let us stand
By the lone border of the lake once more,
Together in that hour of gentleness
When the poor tired child, passion, falls asleep.
How far away the stars seem, and how far
Is our first kiss, and ah, how old my heart!"
Pensive they paced along the faded leaves,
While slowly he whose hand held hers replied:
"Passion has often worn our wandering hearts."
The woods were round them, and the yellow leaves
Fell like faint meteors in the gloom, and once
A rabbit old and lame limped down the path;
Autumn was over him: and now they stood
On the lone border of the lake once more:
Turning, he saw that she had thrust dead leaves
Gathered in silence, dewy as her eyes,
In bosom and hair.
"Ah, do not mourn," he said,
"That we are tired, for other loves await us;
Hate on and love through unrepining hours.
Before us lies eternity; our souls
Are love, and a continual farewell."
蜉 蝣
“你那从未看厌我的眼睛
躲在低垂忧郁的眼睑中，
因为爱已衰微。”
然后，她说：“虽然爱已衰微，让我们再次
站在湖畔孤独的边缘，
分享温柔的时光，
当激情——那疲倦的孩子——已入睡。
星星看上去好遥远，远得
像我们的初吻，像我老去的心！”
他们沉默地从积满褪色的落叶的路上走过，
握着她的手，他慢慢作答：
“激情消损了我们漂泊的心。”
走在林间，纷纷黄叶将他们围绕
如流星黯然坠落，有次
一只老兔子瘸着腿跳过小径；
秋意停在头顶，他们站住了，
在曾经的湖畔：
他转过身，见她默然将枯叶拾起,
放入怀中、发髻，
落叶如她的眼睛一般湿润。
“别难过了，”他说，
“我们累了，却还有别样的爱在等着我们；
去爱，去恨，不必抱怨什么。
我们面向永恒；我们的灵魂
就是爱，也是一场无尽的道别。”
When You are Old When you are old and gray and full of
sleep
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true;
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead,
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
当你老了
当你老了，白发茫茫，睡眼蒙眬，
壁炉前打盹儿，请取出这本诗歌，
轻轻吟咏，追忆你过去温柔的眼神，
回想它们深深的倒影；
多少人爱你青春妩媚的时光，
爱慕你的美貌，假意，也或真心，
唯有一人爱你那朝圣者的灵魂，
爱你渐衰面容上痛苦的皱纹；
垂首，在红光闪耀的壁炉旁，
凄然地轻诉那爱情的消逝，
在头顶上山间它缓缓踱步，
在漫天繁星中藏匿脸庞。
The White Birds
I would that we were, my beloved, white birds on the foam of
the sea:
We tire of the flame of the meteor, before it can pass by
and flee;
And the flame of the blue star of twilight, hung low on the
rim of the sky,
Has awaked in our hearts, my beloved, a sadness that never
may die.
A weariness comes from those dreamers, dew-dabbled, the lily
and rose,
Ah, dream not of them, my beloved, the flame of the meteor
that goes,
Or the flame of the blue star that lingers hung low in the
fall of the dew:
For I would we were changed to white birds on the
wandering foam—I and you.
I am haunted by numberless islands, and many a Danaan
shore,
Where Time would surely forget us, and Sorrow come near us
no more:
Soon far from the rose and the lily, the fret of the flames,
would we be,
Were we only white birds, my beloved, buoyed out on the foam
of the sea.
白 鸟
亲爱的，但愿我们是飞翔在海波上的一对白鸟！
流星的火焰令我们厌倦，虽然它尚未消隐；
天边低悬着，金星的蓝色幽光，
在我们心中，亲爱的，唤起了永不消逝的哀伤。
露湿的百合与玫瑰，梦里逸出丝丝困倦；
呵，亲爱的，别梦想那消逝的流星的光芒，
也别梦想那在滴露中低回的蓝星的残焰，
但愿我俩是飞翔在海波上一对白鸟；我和你！
无数的岛屿和丹南湖滨在我心头萦绕，
在那里岁月会将我们遗忘，痛苦也不会来临；
快快离开百合、玫瑰和那愁人的星光，
亲爱的，只愿我们是一对白鸟，飞翔在海波上。
Down By The Salley Gardens
Down by the salley gardens my love and I did meet;
She passed the salley gardens with little snow-white
feet.
She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the
tree;
But I, being young and foolish, with her would not
agree.
In a field by the river my love and I did stand,
And on my leaning shoulder she laid her snow-white
hand.
She bid me take life easy, as the grass grows on the
weirs;
But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears.
柳 园 里
走进垂柳花园，我与心爱的人相遇，
迈着雪白的纤足，她从此地走过。
她嘱我轻柔对待这份情，像依偎在树上绿叶；
但我年轻无知，未曾细听她的心声。
在河畔的草地上，我和心爱的人并肩而立，
她雪白的手，倚放在我微倾的肩头。
她请我珍重生命，像生长在河堰的韧草；
但我年轻无知，如今泪水如潮。
The Lover Tells of The Rose in his Hsart
All things uncomely and broken, all things worn out and
old,
The cry of a child by the roadway, the creak of a lumbering
cart,
The heavy steps of the ploughman, splashing the wintry
mould,
Are wronging your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of
myheart.
The wrong of unshapely things is a wrong too great to be
told;
I hunger to build them anew and sit on a green knoll
apart,
With the earth and the sky and the water, re-made, like a
casket of Gold
For my dreams of your image that blossoms a rose in the
deeps of my heart.
恋人诉说他心中的玫瑰
破碎与丑陋的万物，陈旧与荒芜的万物，
路旁孩子的啼哭，嘎吱的笨重马车，
耕夫沉重的脚步粉碎着冬日的泥土，
都在消磨着你的影像；我心底怒放的玫瑰。
那丑陋的万物，坏得无以言表，
我渴望重建它们，然后独坐在翠绿的小丘上，
守望着崭新的土地、太阳、河水，如一匣黄金，
装满我梦中你的影像；一支玫瑰怒放在心头。
The Song Of The Happy Shepherd
THE woods of Arcady are dead,
And over is their antique joy;
Of old the world on dreaming fed;
Grey Truth is now her painted toy;
Yet still she turns her restless head:
But O, sick children of the world,
Of all the many changing things
In dreary dancing past us whirled,
To the cracked tune that Chronos sings,
Words alone are certain good.
Where are now the warring kings,
Word be-mockers?—By the Rood,
Where are now the warring kings?
An idle word is now their glory,
By the stammering schoolboy said,
Reading some entangled story:
The kings of the old time are dead;
The wandering earth herself may be
Only a sudden flaming word,
In clanging space a moment heard,
Troubling the endless reverie.
Then nowise worship dusty deeds,
Nor seek, for this is also sooth,
To hunger fiercely after truth,
Lest all thy toiling only breeds
New dreams, new dreams; there is no truth
Saving in thine own heart. Seek, then,
No learning from the starry men,
Who follow with the optic glass
The whirling ways of stars that pass --
Seek, then, for this is also sooth,
No word of theirs -- the cold star-bane
Has cloven and rent their hearts in twain,
And dead is all their human truth.
Go gather by the humming sea
Some twisted, echo-harbouring shell.
And to its lips thy story tell,
And they thy comforters will be.
Rewording in melodious guile
Thy fretful words a little while,
Till they shall singing fade in ruth
And die a pearly brotherhood;
For words alone are certain good:
Sing, then, for this is also sooth.
I must be gone: there is a grave
Where daffodil and lily wave,
And I would please the hapless faun,
Buried under the sleepy ground,
With mirthful songs before the dawn.
His shouting days with mirth were crowned;
And still I dream he treads the lawn,
Walking ghostly in the dew,
Pierced by my glad singing through,
My songs of old earth''s dreamy youth:
But ah! she dreams not now; dream thou!
For fair are poppies on the brow:
Dream, dream, for this is also sooth.
快乐的牧人之歌
阿卡狄 的丛林已消逝，
他们的古朴欢乐已成过往；
旧世依梦而活，
灰色真理 是她涂彩的玩具；
但她仍不安地回过头；
可是噢，世间的病弱子民，
多少沧海桑田的物事，
在沉闷的舞蹈中，
旋逝！
在克罗诺斯 嘶哑的歌声中，
唯有词章真正美丽。
黩武君王如今何在？
言词成为彻底的嘲弄者——路德说。
黩武君王如今何在？
他们的荣耀，如今只是毫无意义的谈资
口齿不清的小男生说。
读着纠葛繁多的故事，
昔日帝王皆已作古；
也许，迷离尘世本身
不过是骤然闪耀的词语，
刹那回响在铿锵的太空，
惊扰了绵绵无尽的梦幻。
切莫崇尚那尘世间的功绩，
亦不必寻找，因为这也是真理，
如饥似渴地追求真理吧，
以免你所有的辛苦，仅收获
新的白日梦，新的白日梦；而你心中
却没有留下任何真相。寻求真理吧，此外，
不必向那些
借望远镜追踪
流星弧旋之路——的占星家求教，
别寻求——因这也是真理，
他们无法告诉你任何消息——冰冷的星毒
已劈裂了他们的心，
他们的真实人性已经消失殆尽。
到那浅吟轻唱的海边
捡些暗藏回音的螺壳，
对着螺口将你的故事述说，
它们会给你安慰，
让你的烦愁言语，
暂且化为优美的曲调，
直到它们在哀伤中衰减，
直到它们像珍珠一样消逝；
为了真正美丽的词章，
唱吧，因为这也是真理。
我得走了；那儿有一座
摇曳着百合花与水仙花的孤坟，
我将以欢乐之歌迎接黎明
取悦那不幸的牧神，
他葬于沉睡的土地之下；
他曾经头戴皇冠，快乐的呼喊；
我还梦见他行踏过草地，
如幽灵般穿梭于露珠之间，
我满是欢快的歌声，
歌唱着古老大地梦幻般的青春。
可是啊！她如今已不再有梦，而你还有！
山崖上罂粟花开得正盛；
梦吧，梦吧，这也是真理。
The Wild Swans At Coole
The trees are in their autumn beauty,
The woodland paths are dry,
Under the October twilight the water
Mirrors a still sky;
Upon the brimming water among the stones
Are nine-and-fifty Swans.
The nineteenth autumn has come upon me
Since I first made my count;
I saw, before I had well finished,
All suddenly mount
And scatter wheeling in great broken rings
Upon their clamorous wings.
I have looked upon those brilliant creatures,
And now my heart is sore.
All''s changed since I, hearing at twilight,
The first time on this shore,
The bell-beat of their wings above my head,
Trod with a lighter tread.
Unwearied still, lover by lover,
They paddle in the cold
Companionable streams or climb the air;
Their hearts have not grown old;
Passion or conquest, wander where they will,
Attend upon them still.
But now they drift on the still water,
Mysterious, beautiful;
Among what rushes will they build,
By what lake''s edge or pool
Delight men''s eyes when I awake some day
To find they have flown away?
柯尔湖的野天鹅
树林里一片美丽秋色，
林中小径枯荒，
十月的暮色中，流水
将静谧的天空映照；
盈盈的流水溢淌石间，
五十九只天鹅浮游其上。
自我第一次为它们计数，
这已是第十九个秋天，
我还来不及细数一遍，就看到
它们击水而起，飞上天边，
大声地拍打着翅膀盘旋，
勾划出大而破碎的圆圈。
凝视这群光彩夺目的天鹅，
我心生凄苦。
一切都变了，自从第一次在河边，
也正是黄昏时分，
我听见天鹅在我头上振翅，
于是脚步更为轻盈。
还未厌倦，一对对情侣，
友好地在冷水中前行，
或奋力飞向天空，
它们的心依然年轻，
无论漂泊到哪里，它们
总有着雄心与激情。
现在，它们浮游在平静的水面上
神秘莫测，美丽动人！
可有一天我醒来，它们已飞去，
在哪个芦苇丛筑居？
又在哪一个池边、哪一块湖滨，
使人们悦目呢？
……
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