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大自然的口哨(散文詩(shī))

Nature's Whistle (Prose Poem)

柯藍(lán)(Kelan)

英譯者：王士杰

一

樹(shù)林中有一條彎曲的小溪。

小溪中的流水，翻著閃亮的浪花，從早到晚不停地唱著喊著。

飛來(lái)飛去的小鳥(niǎo)，在問(wèn)：流水在不停地唱什么，喊什么?誰(shuí)能告訴我?

遠(yuǎn)處的風(fēng)搖了搖頭，說(shuō)：“流水無(wú)情。”

A

A rivulet winding in the forest, its twinkling waves roll up and down.

They are singing and shouting from morning till night ceaselessly.

A birdie flitted to and fro and asked,

"Who can tell me, what are they doing so without stop?"

The remote wind shook his head and answered:

"The running water is heartless."

二

我坐在林中的一塊巖石上，有幾只小鳥(niǎo)飛來(lái)，停在我頭頂?shù)臉?shù)枝上。 飛來(lái)了一支樂(lè)隊(duì)，有短笛、長(zhǎng)簫和嗩吶。

這時(shí)，我覺(jué)得小鳥(niǎo)們是在專門(mén)為我演奏。

我的心中充滿感激，充滿歡樂(lè)的愛(ài)情。這是大自然給我的幸福。

B

When I sat on a rock in the forest, a few birdies flied here and stopped at the branches just above my head like a band accompanying piccolo, vertical amboo flute and suona came up to me.

By that time, I thought these loveable creatures are especially for me to play music.

I was full of gratitude and joyous love in mind.

For those were the happiness endowed by nature.

三

那天，我獨(dú)自來(lái)到湖邊，我發(fā)現(xiàn)綠色的湖水中，倒映了一朵白色的憂傷的白云。

我抬頭向天空望去，天空上果然有一朵憂傷的白云停立在那里。她正在等候著我。

我馬上停留下來(lái)，我知道這朵憂傷的白云要和我對(duì)話。我要靜靜地聽(tīng)她向我訴說(shuō)她無(wú)盡的憂傷。

C

That day, I came alone to the lakeside，

and found in the green lake a distressed white cloud was reflected.

I raised my head and looked up into the sky.

As expected a distressed white cloud stayed there just waiting for me.

Then I stayed down soon.

I was aware of she wanted a dialogue with me.

I should listen quietly to her; let her pour out the endless grief.

四

走在山路上，吹起口哨。

頭戴一朵會(huì)笑的花，身披一縷柔情的濃霧，手捧一片沉思的白云，提一壺會(huì)唱歌的泉水，有清風(fēng)在前面引路，有明月在身后相隨，我們踏著星光出征，當(dāng)黎明出現(xiàn)的時(shí)候，理想在和我們擁抱。

D

I walk along the mountain path and whistle.

A flower capable of smile put on my head，

a thread of dense fog with tenderness wrapped around my shoulders，

a piece of contemplative white cloud held in my hands，

a pot of spring water capable of singing carried on my waistband，

a fresh wind leading the way in front，

the bright moon following behind,

with the starlight we go on an expedition to a bright future.

When the dawn comes, the lofty ideal and we will embrace each other.