夜莺与玫瑰最全英文原文及林徽因译文word版本.docx

1、夜莺与玫瑰最全英文原文及林徽因译文word版本夜莺与玫瑰最全英文原文及林徽因译文 THE NIGHTINGALE AND THE ROSEShe said that she would dance with me if I brought her red roses, cried the young Student, but in all my garden there is no red rose.From her nest in the oak tree the Nightingale heard him, and she looked out through the leaves and

2、 wondered.No red rose in all my garden! he cried, and his beautiful eyes filled with tears. Ah, on what little things does happiness depend! I have read all that the wise men have written, and all the secrets of philosophy are mine, yet for want (没有) of a red rose is my life made wretched.Here at la

3、st is a true lover, said the Nightingale. Night after night have I sung of him, though I knew him not: night after night have I told his story to the stars and now I see him. His hair is dark as the hyacinth(风信子)- blossom, and his lips are red as the rose of his desire; but passion has made his face

4、 like pale ivory, and sorrow has set her seal upon his brow.The Prince gives a ball (舞会) to-morrow night, murmured the young student, and my love will be of the company. If I bring her a red rose she will dance with me till dawn. If I bring her a red rose, I should hold her in my arms, and she will

5、lean her head upon my shoulder, and her hand will be clasped in mine. But there is no red rose in my garden, so I shall sit lonely, and she will pass me by. She will have no heed of me, and my heart will break.Here, indeed, is the true lover, said the Nightingale. What I sing of, he suffers: what is

6、 joy to me, to him is pain. Surely love is a wonderful thing. It is more precious than emeralds (翡翠), and dearer than fine opals (蛋白石). Pearls and pomegranates cannot buy it, nor is it set forth in the market-place. It may not be purchased of the merchants, nor can it be weighed out in the balance f

7、or gold.The musicians will sit in their gallery, said the young Student, and play upon their stringed instruments, and my love will dance to the sound of the harp and the violin. She will dance so lightly that her feet will not touch the floor, and the courtiers in their gay dresses will throng roun

8、d her. But with me she will not dance, for I have no red rose to give her: and he flung himself down on the grass, and buried his face in his hands, and wept.Why is he weeping? asked a little Green Lizard, as he ran past him with his tail in the air.Why, indeed? said a Butterfly, who was fluttering

9、about after a sunbeam.Why, indeed? whispered a Daisy to his neighbour, in a soft, low voice.He is weeping for a red rose, said the Nightingale.For a red rose? they cried: how very ridiculous! and the little Lizard, who was something of a cynic (愤世嫉俗者), laughed outright.But the Nightingale understood

10、 the secret of the Students sorrow, and she sat silent in the oak-tree, and thought about the mystery of Love.Suddenly she spread her brown wings for flight, and soared into the air. She passed through the grove like a shadow and like a shadow she sailed across the garden.In the center of the grass-

11、plot was standing a beautiful Rose-tree, and when she saw it she flew over to it, and lit upon a spray.Give me a red rose, she cried, and I will sing you my sweetest song.But the Tree shook its head.My roses are white, it answered; as white as the foam of the sea, and whiter than the snow upon the m

12、ountain. But go to my brother who grows round the old sun-dial (一种玫瑰), and perhaps he will give you what you want.So the Nightingale flew over to the Rose-tree that was growing round the old sun-dial.Give me a red rose, she cried, and I will sing you my sweetest song.But the Tree shook its head.My r

13、oses are yellow, it answered; as yellow as the hair of the mermaiden (美人鱼) who sits upon an amber throne, and yellower than the daffodil (黄水仙) that blooms in the meadow before the mower comes with his scythe. But go to my brother who grows beneath the Students window, and perhaps he will give you wh

14、at you want.So the Nightingale flew over to the Rose-tree that was growing beneath the Students window.Give me a red rose, she cried, and I will sing you my sweetest song.But the Tree shook its head.My roses are red, it answered, as red as the feet of the dove, and redder than the great fans of cora

15、l that wave and wave in the ocean-cavern. But the winter has chilled my veins, and the frost has nipped (摧残) my buds, and the storm has broken my branches, and I shall have no roses at all this year.One red rose is all I want, cried the Nightingale, only one red rose! Is there no way by which I can

16、get it?There is a way, answered the Tree; but it is so terrible that I dare not tell it to you.Tell it to me, said the Nightingale, I am not afraid.If you want a red rose, said the Tree, you must build it out of music by moonlight, and stain it with your own hearts blood. You must sing to me with yo

17、ur breast against a thorn. All night long you must sing to me, and the thorn must pierce your heart, and your life-blood must flow into me veins, and become mine.Death is a great price to pay for a red rose, cried the Nightingale, and Life is very dear to all. It is pleasant to sit in the green wood

18、, and to watch the Sun in his chariot (战车) of gold, and the Moon in her chariot of pearl. Sweet is the scent of the hawthorn, and sweet are the bluebells that hide in the valley, and the heather that blows on the hill. Yet love is better than Life, and what is the heart of a bird compared to the hea

19、rt of a man?So she spread her brown wings for flight, and soared into the air. She swept over the garden like a shadow, and like a shadow she sailed through the grove.The young Student was still lying on the grass, where she had left him, and the tears were not yet dry in his beautiful eyes.Be happy

20、, cried the Nightingale, be happy; you shall have your red rose. I will build it out of music by moonlight, and stain it with my own hearts blood. All that I ask of you in return is that you will be a true lover, for Love is wiser than Philosophy (哲学), though he is wise, and mightier than Power, tho

21、ugh he is mighty. Flame-coloured are his wings, and coloured like flame is his body. His lips are sweet as homey, and his breath is like frankincense.The Student looked up from the grass, and listened, but he could not understand what the Nightingale was saying to him, for he only knew the things th

22、at are written down in books.But the Oak-tree understood, and felt sad, for he was very fond of the little Nightingale, who had built her nest in his branches.Sing me one last song, he whispered; I shall feel lonely when you are gone.So the Nightingale sang to the Oak-tree, and her voice was like wa

23、ter bubbling from a silver jar.When she had finished her song, the Student got up, and pulled a note-book and a lead-pencil out of his pocket.She had form, her said to himself, as he walked away through the grovethat cannot be denied to her; but has she got feeling? I am afraid not. In fact, she is

24、like most artists; she is all style without any sincerity. She would not sacrifice herself for others. She thinks merely of music, and everybody knows that the arts are selfish. Still, it must be admitted that she has some beautiful notes in her voice. What a pity it is that they do not mean anythin

25、g, or do any practical good! And he went into his room, and lay down on his little pallet-bed, and began to think of his love; and, after a time, he fell asleep.And when the moon shone in the heavens the Nightingale flew to the Rose-tree, and set her breast against the thorn. All night long she sang

26、, with her breast against the thorn, and the cold crystal Moon leaned down and listened. All night long she sang, and the thorn went deeper and deeper into her breast, and her life-blood ebbed away from her.She sang first of the birth of love in the heart of a boy and a girl. And on the topmost spra

27、y of the Rose-tree there blossomed a marvelous rose, petal following petal, as song followed song. Pale was it, at first, as the mist that hangs over the riverpale as the feet of the morning, and silver as the wings of the dawn. As the shadow of a rose in a mirror of silver, as the shadow of a rose

28、in a water-pool, so was the rose that blossomed on the topmost spray of the Tree.But the Tree cried to the Nightingale to press closer against the thorn. Press closer, little Nightingale, cried the Tree, or the Day will come before the rose is finished.So the Nightingale pressed closer against the t

29、horn, and louder and louder grew her song, for she sang of the birth of passion in the soul of a man and a maid.And a delicate flush of pink came into the leaves of the rose, like the flush in the face of the bridegroom when he kisses the lips of the bride. But the thorn had not yet reached her hear

30、t, so the roses heart remained white, for only a Nightingales hearts blood can crimson the heart of a rose.And the Tree cried to the Nightingale to press closer against the thorn. Press closer, little Nightingale, cried the Tree, or the Day will come before the rose is finished.So the Nightingale pr

31、essed closer against the thorn, and the thorn touched her heart, and a fierce pang of pain shot through her. Bitter, bitter was the pain, and wilder and wilder grew her song, for she sang of the Love that is perfected by Death, of the Love that dies not in the tomb.And the marvelous rose became crim

32、son (猩红), like the rose of the eastern sky. Crimson was the girdle of petals, and crimson as a ruby (红宝石) was the heart.But the Nightingale voice grew fainter, and her little wings began to beat, and a film came over her eyes. Fainter and fainter grew her song, and she felt something choking her in her throat.Then she gave one last burst of music. The white Moon heard it, and s