如题所述
葡萄美酒夜光杯，欲饮琵琶马上催。最无哦沙场君莫笑，古来征战几人回。
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第1个回答 2013-11-17
葡萄酒之歌
在荷马的青铜杯里闪烁着你名字的光芒，
黑色的葡萄酒啊，你使人心花怒放。
千百年来，你在人们手上传去传回
从希腊人的兽头觞到日耳曼人的羊角杯。
开天辟地以来，你久已存在，
把力量和神威奉献给一代一代。
你与日夜交替的光阴一齐流淌，
朋友和快乐为你欢呼、鼓掌。
在神秘的激情洋溢的诗词的字里行间，
你是玫瑰花、红宝石和小巧玲珑的短剑。
在你的勒忒河里，让别人痛饮伤心的忘怀；
我却要寻求共同分享的节日的欢快。
在漆黑、诱惑和仙影拳中间
我要用“芝麻”打开长夜漫漫。
“相互爱恋”或“血红的搏斗”的美酒啊，
有时我将这样称呼你。但愿这不是歪曲。
Wine And Joy
by Fyodor Sologub
Wine and joy are completely forgotten,
As well as his armor and sword.
Alone he descends in the rotten
Mysterious dungeon. The door
Is squeaking with long drawn sound
For no one has entered inside.
The dark and the damp reign around.
The window is narrow and high.
His eyes grow accustomed to the gloom and
Through the dust and the web he explores
Some strange marks, emerging and looming
On the floor, on the vaults, on the walls.
He gazes at the marks’ interlacement
At those incomprehensible signs
And tarries for Death to embrace him
To enlighten his soul and eyes.
NEW WINE
the veil of morning is lifted
day rushes in...
the wing-sing of midnight
finished at first light
spent...image-bewildered
surreal, lace-covered dawn
my love songs continue
with birds to accompany
we sing sweetly, illusioned
of an unfathomable mystery
lost with the night
leaving me wandering, waiting
desiring...
the sublime longing of wonder
the day is new wine of infinite
variety
- T. H. Keyes
在荷马的青铜杯里闪烁着你名字的光芒，
黑色的葡萄酒啊，你使人心花怒放。
千百年来，你在人们手上传去传回
从希腊人的兽头觞到日耳曼人的羊角杯。
开天辟地以来，你久已存在，
把力量和神威奉献给一代一代。
你与日夜交替的光阴一齐流淌，
朋友和快乐为你欢呼、鼓掌。
在神秘的激情洋溢的诗词的字里行间，
你是玫瑰花、红宝石和小巧玲珑的短剑。
在你的勒忒河里，让别人痛饮伤心的忘怀；
我却要寻求共同分享的节日的欢快。
在漆黑、诱惑和仙影拳中间
我要用“芝麻”打开长夜漫漫。
“相互爱恋”或“血红的搏斗”的美酒啊，
有时我将这样称呼你。但愿这不是歪曲。
Wine And Joy
by Fyodor Sologub
Wine and joy are completely forgotten,
As well as his armor and sword.
Alone he descends in the rotten
Mysterious dungeon. The door
Is squeaking with long drawn sound
For no one has entered inside.
The dark and the damp reign around.
The window is narrow and high.
His eyes grow accustomed to the gloom and
Through the dust and the web he explores
Some strange marks, emerging and looming
On the floor, on the vaults, on the walls.
He gazes at the marks’ interlacement
At those incomprehensible signs
And tarries for Death to embrace him
To enlighten his soul and eyes.
NEW WINE
the veil of morning is lifted
day rushes in...
the wing-sing of midnight
finished at first light
spent...image-bewildered
surreal, lace-covered dawn
my love songs continue
with birds to accompany
we sing sweetly, illusioned
of an unfathomable mystery
lost with the night
leaving me wandering, waiting
desiring...
the sublime longing of wonder
the day is new wine of infinite
variety
- T. H. Keyes
