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kokoan18
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看到有这样翻译歌词的,让人想起诗经里的《采薇》。虽然古朴上口,联系英文的词来看却总觉得别扭,大概是意境不和吧。确实,相差几千年的文化,碰撞在一起总有牛头不对马嘴的感觉。但凄美的意蕴却让人唏嘘良久,不忍读之。
问尔所之,是否如适?
蕙兰芫荽,郁郁香芷。
彼方淑女,凭君寄辞。
伊人曾在,与我相知。
嘱彼佳人,备我衣缁。(彼山之阴,深林荒址。)
蕙兰芫荽,郁郁香芷。(冬寻毡毯,老雀燕子。)
勿用针砧,无隙无疵。(雪覆四野,高山迟滞。)
伊人何在?慰我相思。(眠而不觉,寒笳清嘶。)
嘱彼佳人,营我家室。(彼山之阴,叶疏苔蚀。)
蕙兰芫荽,郁郁香芷。(涤我孤冢,珠泪渐渍。)
良田所修,大海之坻。(惜我长剑,日日拂拭。)
伊人应在,任我相视。(寂而不觉,寒笳长嘶。)
嘱彼佳人,收我秋实。(烽火印啸,浴血之师。)
蕙兰芫荽,郁郁香芷。(将帅有令,勤王之事。)
敛之集之,勿弃勿失。(争斗缘何,久忘其旨。)
伊人犹在,唯我相誓。(痴而不觉,寒笳悲嘶。)
附:英文原词
Scarborough Fair
Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.
Remember me to one who lives there.
She once was a true love of mine.
Tell her to make me a cambric shirt, (On the side of (a) hill in the deep forest green,)
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, (Tracing of sparrow on the snow crested brown,)
Without no seams nor needle work. (Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain,)
Then she'll be a true love of mine. (Sleeps unaware of the clarion call.)
Tell her to find me an acre of land, (On the side of (a) hill a sprinkling of leaves,)
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, (Washes the grave with silvery tears.)
Between the salt water and the sea strands. (A soldier cleans and polishes a gun.)
Then she'll be a true love of mine.
Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather, (War bellows blazing in scarlet battalions.)
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, (Generals order their soldiers to kill,)
And gather it all in a bunch of heather. (And to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten.)
Then she'll be a true love of mine.
2014年04月30日 17点04分
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问尔所之,是否如适?
蕙兰芫荽,郁郁香芷。
彼方淑女,凭君寄辞。
伊人曾在,与我相知。
嘱彼佳人,备我衣缁。(彼山之阴,深林荒址。)
蕙兰芫荽,郁郁香芷。(冬寻毡毯,老雀燕子。)
勿用针砧,无隙无疵。(雪覆四野,高山迟滞。)
伊人何在?慰我相思。(眠而不觉,寒笳清嘶。)
嘱彼佳人,营我家室。(彼山之阴,叶疏苔蚀。)
蕙兰芫荽,郁郁香芷。(涤我孤冢,珠泪渐渍。)
良田所修,大海之坻。(惜我长剑,日日拂拭。)
伊人应在,任我相视。(寂而不觉,寒笳长嘶。)
嘱彼佳人,收我秋实。(烽火印啸,浴血之师。)
蕙兰芫荽,郁郁香芷。(将帅有令,勤王之事。)
敛之集之,勿弃勿失。(争斗缘何,久忘其旨。)
伊人犹在,唯我相誓。(痴而不觉,寒笳悲嘶。)
附:英文原词
Scarborough Fair
Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.
Remember me to one who lives there.
She once was a true love of mine.
Tell her to make me a cambric shirt, (On the side of (a) hill in the deep forest green,)
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, (Tracing of sparrow on the snow crested brown,)
Without no seams nor needle work. (Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain,)
Then she'll be a true love of mine. (Sleeps unaware of the clarion call.)
Tell her to find me an acre of land, (On the side of (a) hill a sprinkling of leaves,)
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, (Washes the grave with silvery tears.)
Between the salt water and the sea strands. (A soldier cleans and polishes a gun.)
Then she'll be a true love of mine.
Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather, (War bellows blazing in scarlet battalions.)
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, (Generals order their soldiers to kill,)
And gather it all in a bunch of heather. (And to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten.)
Then she'll be a true love of mine.