[诗歌]兰波的《奥菲利娅》

      奥菲利娅
　　1

　　在繁星沉睡的宁静而黝黑的的水面上
　　白色的奥菲利娅漂浮着象一朵大百合花，
　　躺在她修长的纱巾里极缓地漂游……
　　－－远远林中传来猎人的号角。

　　已有一千多年了，忧郁的奥菲利娅
　　如白色幽灵淌过这黑色长河；
　　已有一千多年，她温柔的疯狂
　　在晚风中低吟她的情歌。

　　微风吻着她的乳房，把她的长纱巾
　　散成花冠，水波软软地把它晃动；
　　轻颤的柳条在她肩头垂泣，
　　芦苇倾泻在她梦幻般的宽阔天庭上。

　　折断的柳条围绕她长吁短叹；
　　她有惊醒昏睡的桤木上的鸟巢，
　　里面逸出一阵翅膀的轻颤：
　　－－金子般的星辰落下一支神秘的歌。

　　2

　　苍白的奥菲利娅呵，雪一般美！
　　是啊，孩子，你葬身在卷动的河水中
　　－－是因为从挪威高峰上降临的长风
　　曾对你低声说起严酷的自由；

　　是因为一阵风卷曲了你的长发，
　　给你梦幻的灵魂送来奇异的声音；
　　是因为在树的呻吟，夜的叹息中
　　你的心听见大自然在歌唱；

　　是因为疯狂的海滔声，象巨大的喘息，
　　撕碎了你过分缠绵温柔的孩儿般的心胸；
　　是因为一个四月的早晨，一个苍白的美骑士
　　一个可怜的疯子，默默坐在你的膝边！

　　天堂！爱情！自由！多美的梦，可怜的疯女郎！
　　你溶化于它，如同雪溶化于火，
　　你伟大的视觉哽住了你的话语，
　　可怕的无限惊呆了你的蓝色眼睛！

　　3

　　诗人说，在夜晚的星光中
　　你来寻找你摘下的花儿吧，
　　还说他看见白色的奥菲利娅
　　躺在她的长纱巾中漂浮，象一朵大百合花。

　　飞白 译

                                       Ophelia

I

On the calm black water where the stars are sleeping
White Ophelia floats like a great lily ;
Floats very slowly, lying in her long veils...
- In the far-off woods you can hear them sound the mort.

For more than a thousand years sad Ophelia
Has passed, a white phantom, down the long black river.
For more than a thousand years her sweet madness
Has murmured its ballad to the evening breeze.

The wind kisses her breasts and unfolds in a wreath
Her great veils rising and falling with the waters ;
The shivering willows weep on her shoulder,
The rushes lean over her wide, dreaming brow.

The ruffled water-lilies are sighing around her ;
At times she rouses, in a slumbering alder,
Some nest from which escapes a small rustle of wings ;
- A mysterious anthem falls from the golden stars.

II

O pale Ophelia ! beautiful as snow !
Yes child, you died, carried off by a river !
- It was the winds descending from the great mountains of Norway
That spoke to you in low voices of better freedom.

It was a breath of wind, that, twisting your great hair,
Brought strange rumors to your dreaming mind ;
It was your heart listening to the song of Nature
In the groans of the tree and the sighs of the nights ;

It was the voice of mad seas, the great roar,
That shattered your child's heart, too human and too soft ;
It was a handsome pale knight, a poor madman
Who one April morning sate mute at your knees !

Heaven ! Love ! Freedom ! What a dream, oh poor crazed Girl !
You melted to him as snow does to a fire ;
Your great visions strangled your words
- And fearful Infinity terrified your blue eye !

III

- And the poet says that by starlight
You come seeking, in the night, the flowers that you picked
And that he has seen on the water, lying in her long veils
White Ophelia floating, like a great lily.

Poems. May 15, 1870.

From Oliver Bernard's translation : Arthur Rimbaud, Collected Poems (1962)