“满园子都是草木竞相生长弄出的响动,窸窸窣窣片刻不息。”这都是真实的记录,园子荒芜但并不衰败。“The whole park was astir with the sound of weeds, bushes, and trees growing, all shattering ceaselessly。” This was all true: the park was a wasteland, but far from going downhill.
除去几座殿堂我无法进去,除去那座祭坛我不能上去而只能从各个角度张望它,地坛的每一棵树下我都去过,差不多它的每一米草地上都有过我的车轮印。无论是什么季节,什么天气,什么时间,我都在这园子里呆过。
Aside from some buildings that I had no way to enter, aside from the altar that I had no way to reach but could only gaze at from every possible vantage point, I had been under every tree in the park, and my chair’s wheel-prints were left on almost every meter of grass. I had spent time in this park in all seasons, all kinds of weather, and all times of the day.
有时候呆一会儿就回家,有时候就呆到满地上都亮起月光。记不清都是在它的哪些角落里了,我一连几小时专心致志地想关于死的事,也以同样的耐心和方式想过我为什么要出生。
Sometimes, I stayed only a short time and then went home; sometimes, I stayed until the entire ground was alight with moonbeams. I don’t remember which corners of the park I was in then.
这样想了好几年,最后事情终于弄明白了:一个人,出生了,这就不再是一个可以辩论的问题,而只是上帝交给他的一个事实;上帝在交给我们这件事实的时候,已经顺便保证了它的结果,所以死是一件不必急于求成的事,死是一个必然会降临的节日。
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