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作者：nunia 在 寒山小径 发贴, 来自 http://www.hjclub.org
Selected by nunia from 'selected and translated by James Wright
http://kashpureff.org/susan/PoemsHesse.txt
* The Poet
Only one me, the lonely one,
The unending stars of the night shine,
The stone fountain whispers its magic song,
To me alone, to me the lonely one
The colorful shadows of the wandering clouds
Move like dreams over the open countryside.
Neither house nor farmland,
Neither forest nor hunting privilege is given to me,
What is mine belongs to no one,
The plunging brook behind the veil of the woods,
The frightening sea,
The bird whir of children at play.
The weeping and singing, lonely in the evening, of a man
secretly in love.
The temples of the gods are mine also, and mine
The aristocratic groves of the past.
And no less, the luminous
Vault of heaven in the future is my home:
Often in full flight of longing my soul storms upward,
To gaze on the future of blesses men,
Love, overcoming the law, love from people to people.
I find them all again, nobly transformed:
Farmer, king, tradesman, busy sailors,
Shepherd dand gardener, all of them
Gratefully celebrate the festival of the future world.
Only the poet is missing,
The lonely one who looks on,
The bearer of human longing, the pale image
Of whom the future, the fulfillment of the world
Has no further need. Many garlands
Wilt on his grave,
But no one bothers him.
* To a Chinese Girl Singing
We traveled down the still river in the evening,
The acacia stood in the color of rose, casting its light,
The clouds cast down the rose light. But I scarcely saw
them,
All I saw were the plum blossoms in your hair.
You sat smiling in the blow of the garlanded boat,
Held the lute in your skilled hand,
Sang the song, that holy country of your own,
While your eyes promised fire, and you were so young.
Without saying anything, I stood at the mast, and what I
wanted,
For myself, was to give in to those gleaming eyes, over and
over,
To listen to the song forever in blessed pain,
To the song that could make me happy, tangled in your
delicate hands.
作者：nunia 在 寒山小径 发贴, 来自 http://www.hjclub.org |
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