英诗古译（之三）

傅正明译

杰弗雷. 乔叟（1343－1400年，英国文学之父）

          特罗勒斯情歌
（节译自乔叟诗体传奇《特罗勒斯与克丽西德》）

若言人间无爱，心底何物袭来？
若言人间有爱，谁曾睹其丰采？
若言爱本性善，为何招来祸害？
若言爱本性恶，令人百思不解∶
尽管爱之苦涩，尽管爱之乖戾，
却似生命之源，涌出无穷愉快;
痛饮爱之琼浆，反而唇焦舌蔽。

若言我恋女色，流连柳巷花街，
悲号哀怨之声，不知从何而来？
若言堪忍灾祸，何以笑口难开？
若言并未疲惫，何以晕厥倒地？
怪哉生中有死，巧哉乐中含哀。
若非我之恩准，岂能容你藏匿，
如此重重叠叠，压在我的心怀。

既然我已恩准，何必大发感慨，
一再怨天尤人，倾诉心头悲哀。
我如无舵孤舟，日夜浮游大海，
茫茫不见边际，风从两边吹来，
终身漂泊无依，沉舟今又泛起，
何种疑难杂病，如此古怪离奇，
冷热相间发作，送我魂归故里。

原文∶

Geoffrey Chaucer（c. 1343- 1400, father of English Literature）

                           Canticus Troili

from Troilus and Criseyde，Book I,

If no love is, O God, what fele I so?

And if love is, what thing and whiche is he!

If love be good, from whennes comth my wo?

If it be wikke, a wonder thinketh me,

Whenne every torment and adversitee

That cometh of him, may to me savory thinke;

For ay thurst I, the more that I it drinke.

And if that at myn owene lust I brenne,

Fro whennes cometh my wailing and my pleynte?

If harme agree me, wherto pleyne I thenne?

I noot, ne why unwery that I feynte.

O quike deeth, O swete harm so queynte,

How may of thee in me swich quantitee,

But if that I consente that it be?

And if that I consente, I wrongfully

Compleyne, y-wis; thus possed to and fro,

Al sterelees withinne a boot am I

A-mid the see, bitwixen windes two,

That in contrarie stonden ever-mo.

Allas! what is this wonder maladye?

For hete of cold, for cold of hete, I deye.'