雨巷 A Lane In The Rain中英文对译

雨巷 A Lane In The Rain中英文对译

　　A Lane in the Rain 雨巷

　　Alone holding an oil-paper umbrella,

　　I wander along a long

　　Solitary lane in the rain,

　　Hoping to encounter

　　A girl like a bouquet of lilacs

　　Gnawed by anxiety and resentment.

　　撑着油纸伞，独自

　　彷徨在悠长，悠长

　　又寂寥的雨巷，

　　我希望逢着

　　一个丁香一样的

　　结着愁怨的`姑娘。

　　A girl

　　The color of lilacs,

　　The fragrance of lilacs,

　　The worries of lilacs,

　　Feeling melancholy in the rain,

　　Plaintive and hesitating.

　　丁香一样的颜色，

　　丁香一样的芬芳，

　　丁香一样的忧愁，

　　在雨中哀怨，

　　哀怨又彷徨

　　Silently she comes closer,

　　Closer,giving me

　　A glance like a sigh;

　　Then she floats past

　　Like a dream,

　　Dreary and blank like a dream.

　　她彷徨在这寂寥的雨巷，

　　撑着油纸伞

　　象我一样

　　象我一样地

　　默默行着，

　　冷漠，凄凉，又惆怅。

　　她默默地走进

　　走进，又投出，

　　太息一样的眼光，

　　她飘过

　　象梦一般地

　　象梦一般地凄婉迷茫。

　　英国首相卡梅伦朗读经典诗歌《圣诞前夜》

　　The Night Before Christmas

　　‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house

　　Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;

　　The stockings were hung by the chimney with care

　　In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;

　　The children were nestled all snug in their beds,

　　While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;

　　And mamma in her kerchief, and I in my cap,

　　Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap,

　　When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

　　I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

　　Away to the window I flew like a flash,

　　Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

　　The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow

　　Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,

　　When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

　　But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,

　　With a little old driver, so lively and quick,

　　I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.

　　More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,

　　And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:

　　Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer! and Vixen!

　　On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donder! and Blitzen!

　　To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!

　　Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!”

　　As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,

　　When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;

　　So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,

　　With the sleigh full of Toys, and St. Nicholas too.

　　And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof

　　The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.

　　As I drew in my head, and was turning around,

　　Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.

　　He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,

　　And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;

　　A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,

　　And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.

　　His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!

　　His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!

　　His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,

　　And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;

　　The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,

　　And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;

　　He had a broad face and a little round belly,

　　That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly.

　　He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,

　　And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;

　　A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,

　　Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

　　He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

　　And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,

　　And laying his finger aside of his nose,

　　And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;

　　He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,

　　And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

　　But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,

　　“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night.