Fern Hill 羊齿山 by Dylan Thomas(MP3+双语)

圣经、弗洛伊德、威尔士的风光和民俗，是他灵感的源泉。他以强烈的本能拥抱生命，在一种神秘的经验中将生与死、人与自然合为一体。因此他的诗中往往洋溢着一种神秘原始的力量，且超越文化的意义。尤其使人惊叹的是他那种天生把握语言的能力，斯蒂芬·斯本德曾称他为“着迷于词汇的诗人，一个语言天才。他的诗有一种古代行吟诗人的原始本质，同时在这种本质之上还有一种现代心理学的意识”。诗人过早地夭亡了，而他那点石成金的语言魔法，至今仍在吸引着、迷惑着人们。
Fern Hill 羊齿山|蕨山 带中文翻译：
By Dylan Thomas迪伦*托马斯
Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs
About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green，
The night above the dingle starry，
Time let me hail and climb
Golden in the heydays of his eyes，
And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple towns
And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves
Trail with daisies and barley
Down the rivers of the windfall light.
现在，当我年青而自在地坐在苹果树下，
挨着低吟的屋子，因绿草而快乐，
夜悬于星星的幽谷上，
时光让我欢呼让我攀爬
在他眼中的金色年华
车马拥簇中我是苹果国王子，
曾几何时我也雍容地让树儿叶儿
连同稚菊和大麦随我
沿着风吹的日光之河巡游。
And as I was green and carefree， famous among the barns
About the happy yard and singing as the farm was home，
In the sun that is young once only，
Time let me play and be
Golden in the mercy of his means，
And green and golden I was huntsman and herdsman， the calves
Sang to my horn， the foxes on the hills barked clear and cold，
And the sabbath rang slowly
In the pebbles of the holy streams.
当我绿着，无忧无虑，在欢乐庭院
的谷仓间扬名，歌唱农场家园，
在只年轻一次的太阳里，
时光让我嬉戏让我成为
金黄色，受他恩宠，
翠绿与金黄之中我是猎手和牧人，牛犊们
随我的号角歌唱，山上狐狸们吠声清冷
而安息日缓缓叮咚
在圣泉里的鹅卵石间。
All the sun long it was running， it was lovely， the hay
Fields high as the house， the tunes from the chimneys， it was air
And playing， lovely and watery
And fire green as grass.
And nightly under the simple stars
As I rode to sleep the owls were bearing the farm away，
All the moon long I heard， blessed among stables， the nightjars
Flying with the ricks， and the horses
Flashing into the dark.
长长白日里它跑着，好可爱，干草田
屋子一样高，烟囱里飘出歌谣，它朝气篷勃，
嬉戏着，水灵，可爱，
草一般燃烧着绿。
夜间寥落星辰下，
当我驶入梦乡，猫头鹰便驮走农场，
长长月夜里我在马厩中倾听、祈求，夜鹰们
与草垛齐飞，马儿们
闪入黑暗深处。
And then to awake， and the farm， like a wanderer white
With the dew， come back， the cock on his shoulder： it was all
Shining， it was Adam and maiden，
The sky gathered again
And the sun grew round that very day.
So it must have been after the birth of the simple light
In the first， spinning place， the spellbound horses walking warm
Out of the whinnying green stable
On to the fields of praise.
然后就醒了，农场像游子归来，
一身露水白，公鸡立肩头：一切
皆闪光，一切皆是夏娃亚当，
天空再次聚合，
就是那一天太阳长圆。
所以应是在熹光降临之际，
在最初的纺绩地，着魔的马群暖暖走出
绿色嘶鸣的马厩，
前往荣耀的土地。
And honoured among foxes and pheasants by the gay house
Under the new made clouds and happy as the heart was long，
In the sun born over and over，
I ran my heedless ways，
My wishes raced through the house high hay
And nothing I cared， at my sky blue trades， that time allows
In all his tuneful turning so few and such morning songs
Before the children green and golden
Follow him out of grace，
欢乐的屋子边上，新裁的云朵下面，
与狐狸山雉们相伴，快乐得心跳舒长，
在一次次重生的太阳里
我随意地奔走，
我的祈愿窜过屋子高的草垛
而我毫不在意，对我的天蓝色生计，时光
在他悠然回转间让稀落的晨歌
在孩子们的翠绿与金黄面前
随他一道黯然逝去。
Nothing I cared， in the lamb white days， that time would take me
Up to the swallow thronged loft by the shadow of my hand，
In the moon that is always rising，
Nor that riding to sleep
I should hear him fly with the high fields
And wake to the farm forever fled from the childless land.
Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means，
Time held me green and dying
Though I sang in my chains like the sea.
我毫不在意，羔羊般洁白的日子里，时光
携我手的阴影把我带上永恒升着的月亮里，
那聚满燕子的阁楼，
也不在意驶入长梦时，
我会听他随高高的田野飞翔，
而后苏醒在农场，永远远离没有孩童的世界。
噢！当我年青而自在地受他恩宠，
时光曾让我绿过也让我死去，
即使我套着枷锁唱着大海之歌。

圣经、弗洛伊德、威尔士的风光和民俗，是他灵感的源泉。他以强烈的本能拥抱生命，在一种神秘的经验中将生与死、人与自然合为一体。因此他的诗中往往洋溢着一种神秘原始的力量，且超越文化的意义。尤其使人惊叹的是他那种天生把握语言的能力，斯蒂芬·斯本德曾称他为“着迷于词汇的诗人，一个语言天才。他的诗有一种古代行吟诗人的原始本质，同时在这种本质之上还有一种现代心理学的意识”。诗人过早地夭亡了，而他那点石成金的语言魔法，至今仍在吸引着、迷惑着人们。
Fern Hill 羊齿山|蕨山 带中文翻译：
By Dylan Thomas迪伦*托马斯
现在，当我年青而自在地坐在苹果树下，
挨着低吟的屋子，因绿草而快乐，
夜悬于星星的幽谷上，
时光让我欢呼让我攀爬
在他眼中的金色年华
车马拥簇中我是苹果国王子，
曾几何时我也雍容地让树儿叶儿
连同稚菊和大麦随我
沿着风吹的日光之河巡游。
当我绿着，无忧无虑，在欢乐庭院
的谷仓间扬名，歌唱农场家园，
在只年轻一次的太阳里，
时光让我嬉戏让我成为
金黄色，受他恩宠，
翠绿与金黄之中我是猎手和牧人，牛犊们
随我的号角歌唱，山上狐狸们吠声清冷
而安息日缓缓叮咚
在圣泉里的鹅卵石间。
长长白日里它跑着，好可爱，干草田
屋子一样高，烟囱里飘出歌谣，它朝气篷勃，
嬉戏着，水灵，可爱，
草一般燃烧着绿。
夜间寥落星辰下，
当我驶入梦乡，猫头鹰便驮走农场，
长长月夜里我在马厩中倾听、祈求，夜鹰们
与草垛齐飞，马儿们
闪入黑暗深处。
然后就醒了，农场像游子归来，
一身露水白，公鸡立肩头：一切
皆闪光，一切皆是夏娃亚当，
天空再次聚合，
就是那一天太阳长圆。
所以应是在熹光降临之际，
在最初的纺绩地，着魔的马群暖暖走出
绿色嘶鸣的马厩，
前往荣耀的土地。
欢乐的屋子边上，新裁的云朵下面，
与狐狸山雉们相伴，快乐得心跳舒长，
在一次次重生的太阳里
我随意地奔走，
我的祈愿窜过屋子高的草垛
而我毫不在意，对我的天蓝色生计，时光
在他悠然回转间让稀落的晨歌
在孩子们的翠绿与金黄面前
随他一道黯然逝去。
我毫不在意，羔羊般洁白的日子里，时光
携我手的阴影把我带上永恒升着的月亮里，
那聚满燕子的阁楼，
也不在意驶入长梦时，
我会听他随高高的田野飞翔，
而后苏醒在农场，永远远离没有孩童的世界。
噢！当我年青而自在地受他恩宠，
时光曾让我绿过也让我死去，
即使我套着枷锁唱着大海之歌。

Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs
About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green，
The night above the dingle starry，
Time let me hail and climb
Golden in the heydays of his eyes，
And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple towns
And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves
Trail with daisies and barley
Down the rivers of the windfall light.
And as I was green and carefree， famous among the barns
About the happy yard and singing as the farm was home，
In the sun that is young once only，
Time let me play and be
Golden in the mercy of his means，
And green and golden I was huntsman and herdsman， the calves
Sang to my horn， the foxes on the hills barked clear and cold，
And the sabbath rang slowly
In the pebbles of the holy streams.
All the sun long it was running， it was lovely， the hay
Fields high as the house， the tunes from the chimneys， it was air
And playing， lovely and watery
And fire green as grass.
And nightly under the simple stars
As I rode to sleep the owls were bearing the farm away，
All the moon long I heard， blessed among stables， the nightjars
Flying with the ricks， and the horses
Flashing into the dark.
And then to awake， and the farm， like a wanderer white
With the dew， come back， the cock on his shoulder： it was all
Shining， it was Adam and maiden，
The sky gathered again
And the sun grew round that very day.
So it must have been after the birth of the simple light
In the first， spinning place， the spellbound horses walking warm
Out of the whinnying green stable
On to the fields of praise.
And honoured among foxes and pheasants by the gay house
Under the new made clouds and happy as the heart was long，
In the sun born over and over，
I ran my heedless ways，
My wishes raced through the house high hay
And nothing I cared， at my sky blue trades， that time allows
In all his tuneful turning so few and such morning songs
Before the children green and golden
Follow him out of grace，
Nothing I cared， in the lamb white days， that time would take me
Up to the swallow thronged loft by the shadow of my hand，
In the moon that is always rising，
Nor that riding to sleep
I should hear him fly with the high fields
And wake to the farm forever fled from the childless land.
Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means，
Time held me green and dying
Though I sang in my chains like the sea.