荷塘月色 三個(gè)譯文

1、荷塘月色-譯文對(duì)比(三種英譯文）朱自清這幾天心里頗不寧?kù)o。今晚在院子里坐著乘涼，忽然想起日日走過(guò)的荷塘，在這滿(mǎn)月的光里，總該另有一番樣子吧。月亮漸漸地升高了，墻外馬路上孩子們的歡笑，已經(jīng)聽(tīng)不見(jiàn)了；妻在屋里拍著閏兒，迷迷糊糊地哼著眠歌。我悄悄地披了大衫，帶上門(mén)出去。沿著荷塘，是一條曲折的小煤屑路。這是一條幽僻的路；白天也少人走，夜晚更加寂寞。荷塘四面，長(zhǎng)著許多樹(shù)，蓊蓊郁郁的。路的一旁，是些楊柳，和一些不知道名字的樹(shù)。沒(méi)有月亮的晚上，這路上陰森森的，有些怕人。今晚卻很好。雖然月光也還是淡淡的。曲曲折折的荷塘上面，彌望的是田田的葉子。葉子出水很高，像亭亭的舞女的裙。層層的葉子中間，零星地點(diǎn)綴著些白花

2、，有裊娜地開(kāi)著的，有羞澀地打著朵兒的；正如一粒粒的明珠，又如碧天里的星星，又如剛出浴的美人。微風(fēng)過(guò)處，送來(lái)縷縷清香，仿佛遠(yuǎn)處高樓上渺茫的歌聲似的。這時(shí)候葉子與花也有一絲的顫動(dòng)，像閃電般，霎時(shí)傳過(guò)荷塘的那邊去了。葉子本是肩并肩密密地挨著，這便宛然有了一道凝碧的波痕。葉子底下是脈脈的流水，遮住了，不能見(jiàn)一些顏色；而葉子卻更見(jiàn)風(fēng)致了。月光如流水一般，靜靜地瀉在這一片葉子和花上。薄薄的青霧浮起在荷塘里。葉子和花仿佛在牛乳中洗過(guò)一樣；又像籠著輕紗的夢(mèng)。雖然是滿(mǎn)月，天上卻有一層淡淡的云，所以不能朗照；但我以為這恰是到了好處酣眠固不可少，小睡也別有風(fēng)味的。月光是隔了樹(shù)照過(guò)來(lái)的，高處叢生的灌木，落上參差的斑駁

3、的黑影，峭楞楞如鬼一般；彎彎的楊柳的稀疏的倩影，像是畫(huà)在荷葉上。塘中的月色并不均勻；但光與影有著和諧的旋律，如梵婀玲上奏著的名曲。荷塘的四面，遠(yuǎn)遠(yuǎn)近近，高高低低都是樹(shù),而楊柳最多。這些樹(shù)將一片荷塘重重圍住;只在小路一旁,漏著幾段空隙,像是特為月光留下的,樹(shù)色一例是陰陰的,乍看像一團(tuán)煙霧;但楊柳的豐姿，便在煙霧里也辨得出。 樹(shù)梢上隱隱約約的是一帶遠(yuǎn)山，只有些大意罷了。樹(shù)縫里也漏著一兩點(diǎn)路燈光，沒(méi)精打采的，是瞌睡人的眼。這時(shí)候最熱鬧的，要數(shù)樹(shù)上的蟬聲與水里的蛙聲，但熱鬧是他們的，我什么也沒(méi)有。忽然想起采蓮的事情來(lái)了。采蓮是江南的舊俗，似乎很早就有，而六朝時(shí)為盛；從詩(shī)歌里可以約略知道。于是又記起西洲

4、曲里的句子：采蓮南塘秋，蓮花過(guò)人頭；低頭弄蓮子，蓮子青如水。今晚若有采蓮人，這兒的蓮花也算得“過(guò)人頭”了；只不見(jiàn)一些流水的影子，是不行的。這令我到底惦著江南了。這樣想著，猛一抬頭，不覺(jué)已是自己的門(mén)前；輕輕地推門(mén)進(jìn)去，什么聲息也沒(méi)有，妻已睡熟好久了。朱純深譯文I have felt quite upset recently. Tonight, when I was sitting in the yard enjoying the cool, it occurred to me that the Lotus Pond, which I pass by everyday, must assume q

5、uite a different look in such moonlit night. A full moon was rising high in the sky; the laughter of children playing outside had died away; in the room, my wife was patting the son, Run-er, sleepily humming a cradle song. Shrugging on an overcoat, quietly, I made my way out, closing the door behind

6、 me.Alongside the Lotus Pond runs a small cinder footpath. It is peaceful and secluded here, a place not frequented by pedestrians even in the daytime; now at night, it looks more solitary, in a lush, shady ambience of trees all around the pond. On the side where the path is, there are willows, inte

7、rlaced with some others whose names I do not know. The foliage, which, in a moonless night, would loom somewhat frighteningly dark, looks very nice tonight, although the moonlight is not more than a thin, greyish veil.All over this winding stretch of water, what meets the eye is a silken field of le

8、aves, reaching rather high above the surface, like the skirts of dancing girls in all their grace. Here and there, layers of leaves are dotted with white lotus blossoms, some in demure bloom, others in shy bud, like scattering pearls, or twinkling stars, or beauties just out of the bath. A breeze st

9、irs, sending over breaths of fragrance, like faint singing drifting from a distant building. At this moment, a tiny thrill shoots through the leaves and flowers, like a streak of lightning, straight across the forest of lotuses. The leaves, which have been standing shoulder to shoulder, are caught t

10、rembling in an emerald heave of the pond. Underneath, the exquisite water is covered from view, and none can tell its colour; yet the leaves on top project themselves all the more attractively.The moon sheds her liquid light silently over the leaves and flowers, which, in the floating transparency o

11、f a bluish haze from the pond, look as if they had just been bathed in milk, or like a dream wrapped in a gauzy hood. Although it is a full moon, shining through a film of clouds, the light is not at its brightest; it is, however, just right for me - a profound sleep is indispensable, yet a snatched

12、 doze also has a savour of its own. The moon light is streaming down through the foliage, casting bushy shadows on the ground from high above, dark and checkered, like an army of ghosts; whereas the benign figures of the drooping willows, here and there, look like paintings on the lotus leaves. The

13、moonlight is not spread evenly over the pond, but rather in a harmonious rhythm of light and shade, like a famous melody played on a violin.Around the pond, far and near, high and low, are trees. Most of them are willows. Only on the path side can two or three gaps be seen through the heavy fringe,

14、as if specially reserved for the moon. The shadowy shapes of the leafage at first sight seem diffused into a mass of mist, against which, however, the charm of those willow trees is still discernible. Over the trees appear some distant mountains, but merely in sketchy silhouette. Through the branche

15、s are also a couple of lamps, as listless as sleepy eyes. The most lively creatures here, for the moment, must be the cicadas in the trees and the frogs in the pond. But the liveliness is theirs, I have nothing.Suddenly, something like lotus-gathering crosses my mind. It used to be celebrated as a f

16、olk festival in the South, probably dating very far back in history, most popular in the period of Six Dynasties. We can pick up some outlines of this activity in the poetry. Then I recall those lines in Ballad of Xizhou Island:Gathering the lotus, I am in the South Pond, The lilies in autumn reach

17、over my head; Lowering my head I toy with the lotus seeds. Look, they are as fresh as the water underneath.If there were somebody gathering lotuses tonight, she could tell that the lilies here are high enough to reach over her head; but one would certainly miss the sight of the water. So my memories

18、 drift back to the South after all. Deep in my thoughts, I looked up, just to find myself at the door of my own house. Gently I pushed the door open and walked in. Not a sound inside, my wife had been fast asleep for quite a while. 王椒升譯文Of late, I have been in a rather uneasy frame of mind. Sitting

19、in my courtyard enjoying the cool evening, I suddenly thought of the lotus pond that I pass on my way day in and day out. Tonight, it must have a charm all its own, bathed in the light of the full moon. The moon was now rising slowly. Beyond the wall, the happy laughter of children on the road had d

20、ied away. So putting on my coat quietly, I went out closing the door softly behind me.A path paved with coal-dust zigzags along the lotus pond, so secluded as to be little frequented in the daytime, to say nothing of its loneliness at night. Around the pond grows a profusion of luxuriant trees. On o

21、ne side of the path are some willows and other plants whose names are unknown to me. On moonless nights, the place has a gloomy, somewhat forbidding appearance. But on this particular evening, it had a cheerful outlook, though the moon was pale.On the uneven surface of the pond, all one could see wa

22、s a mass of leaves, all interlaced and shooting high above the water like the skirts of slim dancing girls. The leaves were dotted in between the layers with white flowers, some blooming gracefully; others, as if bashfully, still in bud. They were like bright pearls and stars in an azure sky. Their

23、subtle fragrance was wafted by the passing breeze, in whiffs airy as he notes of a song coming faintly from some distant tower. There was a tremor on leaf and flower, which, with the suddenness of lightning, soon drifted to the far end of the pond. The leaves, jostling and overlapping, produced, as

24、it were, a wave of deep green. Under the leaves, softly hidden from view, water was rippling even its colour was not discernible so that the leaves looked more enchanting.Moonlight was flowing quietly like a stream down to the leaves and flowers. A light mist overspread the lotus pond. Leaf and flow

25、er seemed washed in milk. Moolight was glowing from behind the trees, and the dense shrubs above cast down gloomy ghostlike shadows of varying lengths and shades of colour. But the beautiful sparse shadows of the arching willows were like a picture etched on the lotus leaves. Uneven as was the moonl

26、ight over the pond, there was a harmony between light and shade, rhythmic as a well-known melody played on the violin.Skirting the lotus pond, far and near, high and low, are trees among which willows predominate. They entirely envelop the pond, leaving only a few spaces on one side of the path, as

27、if purposely for the moonbeams to penetrate. The trees were now all enshrouded in a heavy gloom, which at first sight looked like a pall of mist, but the lovely shape of the willows remained distinguishable in spite of it. Distant hills loomed above the tree-tops in dim outline. Here and there, a fe

28、w rays from street-lamps filtered through the trees, listless as the eyes of one who is dozing. At this moment, most lively were the cicadas chirping in the trees and the frogs croaking under the water. But theirs was all the merry-making, in which I did not have the least share.Then all of a sudden

29、, I was reminded of the custom of plucking lotus seeds prevalent in Jiangnan, handed down probably from a very remote period and becoming quite popular during the Six Dynasties, as may be seen roughly in songs and poems that survive. This in turn revived my memory of the following lines in the “West

30、 Islet Ditty”:In autumn I pluck lotus seeds in the South Pond,Tall are the lotus plants, taller than me.My head bent low, with lotus seeds I play,Green, green as water all the lotus seeds I see.If there were people plucking lotus seeds here tonight, they might indeed find lotus plants exceeding them

31、 in height; but the absence of the merest shadow of flowing water would spoil it. And that is what has set me thinking about Jiangnan.中國(guó)文學(xué)譯文The last few days have found me very restless. This evening as I sat in the yard to enjoy the cool, it struck me how different the lotus pool I pass every day m

32、ust look under a full moon. The moon was sailing higher and higher up the heavens, the sound of childish laughter had died away from the lane beyond our wall, and my wife was in the house patting Runer and humming a lullaby to him. I quietly slipped on a long gown, and walked out leaving the door on

33、 the latch.A cinder-path winds along by the side of the pool. It is off the beaten track and few pass this way even by day, so at night it is still more quiet. Trees grow thick and bosky all around the pool, with willows and other trees I cannot name by the path. On nights when there is no moon the

34、track is almost terrifyingly dark, but tonight it was quite clear, though the moonlight was pale.As far as eye could see, the pool with its winding margin was covered with trim leaves, which rose high out of the water like the flared skirts of dancing girls. And starring these tiers of leaves were w

35、hite lotus flowers, alluringly open or bashfully in bud, like glimmering pearls, stars in an azure sky, or beauties fresh from the bath. The breeze carried past gusts of fragrance, like the strains of a song faintly heard from a far-off tower. And leaves and blossoms trembled slightly, while in a fl

36、ash the scent was carried away. As the closely serried leaves bent, a tide of opaque emerald could be glimpsed. That was the softly running water beneath, hidden from sight, its colour invisible, though the leaves looked more graceful than ever.Moonlight cascaded like water over the lotus leaves and

37、 flowers, and a light blue mist floating up from the pool made them seem washed in milk or caught in a gauzy dream. Though the moon was full, a film of pale clouds in the sky would not allow its rays to shine through brightly; but I felt this was all to the good - though refreshing sleep is indispen

38、sable, short naps have a charm all their own. As the moon shone from behind them, the dense trees on the hills threw checkered shadows, dark forms loomed like devils, and the sparse, graceful shadows of willows seemed painted on the lotus leaves. The moonlight on the pool was not uniform, but light and shadow made up a harmonious rhythm like a beautiful tune played on a violin.Far and near, high and low around the pool were trees, most of them willows. These trees had the pool entirely hemmed in, th