s, coming over the Starnbergersee
With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade,
And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten
And drank coffee, and talked for an hour.
Bin gar keine Russin, stamm' aus Litauen, echt deutsch.
And when we were children, staying at the arch-duke's,
My cousin's, he took me out on a sled,
And I was frightened. He said, Marie,
Marie, hold on tight. And down we went.
In the mountains, there you feel free.
I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.
四月最残忍，从死了的
土地滋生丁香，混杂着
回忆和欲望，让春雨
挑动着呆钝的根。
冬天保我们温暖，把大地
埋在忘怀的雪里，使干了的
球茎得一点点生命。
夏天来得意外，随着一阵骤雨
到了斯坦伯吉西；我们躲在廊下，
等太阳出来，便到郝夫加登
去喝咖啡，又闲谈了一点钟。
我不是俄国人，原籍立陶宛，是纯德国种。
我们小时侯，在大公家做客，
那是我表兄，他带我出去滑雪撬，
我害怕死了。他说，玛丽，玛丽，
抓紧了呵。于是我们冲下去。
在山中，你会感到舒畅。
我大半夜看书，冬天去到南方。
What are the roots that clutch, what branches
grow
Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man,
You canot say, or guess, for you know only
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water. Only
There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handfull of dust.
这是什么根在抓着，是什么树杈
从这片乱石里长出来？人子呵，
你说不出，也猜不着，因为你只知道
一堆破碎的形象，受着太阳拍击，
而枯树没有阴凉，蟋蟀不使人轻松，
干石头发不出流水的声音。只有
一片阴影在这红色的岩石下，
（来吧，请走进这红岩石下的阴影）
我要指给你一件事，它不同于
你早晨的影子，跟在你后面走
也不象你黄昏的影子，起来迎你，
我要指给你恐惧是在一撮尘土里。
Frish weht der Wind
Der Heimat zu
Mein Irisch Kind,
Wo weilest du?
风儿吹得清爽，
吹向我的家乡，
我的爱尔兰孩子，
如今你在何方？
'You gave me hyacinths first a year ago;
They called me the hyacinth girl.'
--Yet when we came back, late, from the hyacinth garden,
Your arms full and your hair wet, I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing,
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
Oed'und leer das Meer.
“一年前你初次给了我风信子，
他们都叫我风信子女郎。”
——可是当我们从风信子花园走回，天晚了，
你的两臂抱满，你的头发是湿的，
我说不出话来，两眼看不见，我
不生也不死，什么也不知道，
看进光的中心，那一片沉寂。
荒凉而空虚是那大海。
Madame Sosostris, famous clairvoyante,
Had a bad cold, nevertheless
Is known to be the wisest woman in Europe,
With a wicked pack of cards. Here, said she,
Is your card, the drowned Phoenician Sailor,
(Those are pearls that were his eyes. Look!)
Here is Belladonna, the Lady of the Rocks,
The lady of situations.
Here is the man with three staves, and here the Wheel,
And here is the one-eyed merchant, and this card,
Which is blank, is something he carries on his back,
Which I am forbidden to see. I do not find
The Hanged Man. Fear death by water.
I see crowds of people, walking round in a ring.
Thank you. If you see dear Mrs. Equitone,
Tell her I bring the horoscope myself:
One must be so careful these days.
索索斯垂丝夫人，著名的相命家，
患了重感冒，但仍然是
欧洲公认的最有智慧的女人，
她有一副鬼精灵的纸牌。这里，她说，
你的牌，淹死的腓尼基水手，
（那些明珠曾经是他的眼睛。看！）
这是美女贝拉磨娜，岩石的女人，
有多种遭遇的女人。
这是有三根杖的人，这是轮盘，
这是独眼商人，还有这张牌
是空白的，他拿来背在背上，
不许我看见。我找不到。
那绞死的人。小心死在水里。
我看见成群的人，在一个圈里转。
谢谢你。如果你看见伊奎通太太，
就说我亲自把星象图带过去：
这年头人得万事小心呵。
Unreal City,
Under the brown fog of a winter dawn,
A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many,
I had not thought death had undone so many.
Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled,
And each man fixed his eyes before his feet.
Flowed up the hill and down King William Street,
To where Saint Mary Woolnoth kept the hours
With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine.
There I saw one I knew, and stopped him, crying: 'Stetson!
'You who were with me in the ships at Mylae
'That corpse you planted last year in your garden,
'Has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year?
'Or has the sudden frost disturbed its bed?
'O keep the Dog far hence, that's friend to men,
'Or with his nails he'll dig it up again!
'You! hypocrite lecteur!--mon semblable,--mon frere!'
不真实的城，
在冬天早晨棕黄色的雾下，
一群人流过伦敦桥，呵，这么多
我没有想到死亡毁灭了这么多。
叹息，隔一会短短地嘘出来，
每个人的目光都盯着自己的脚。
流上小山，流下威廉王大街，
直到圣玛丽·乌尔诺教堂，在那里
大钟正沉沉桥着九点的最后一响。
那儿我遇到一个熟人，喊住他道：
“史太森！你记得我们在麦来船上！
去年你种在你的花园里的尸首，
它发芽了吗？今年能开花吗？
还是突然霜冻搅乱了它的花床？
哦，千万把狗撵开，那是人类之友，
不然他会用爪子又把它掘出来！
你呀，伪善的读者——我的同类，我的兄弟！”
II. A Game of Chess
二、 一局棋戏
The Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne,
Glowed on the marble, where the glass
Held up by standards wrought with fruited vines
From which a golden Cupidon peeped out
(Another hid his eyes behind his wing)
Doubled the flames of seven-branched candleabra
Reflecting light upon the table as
The glitter of her jewels rose to meet it,
From satin cases poured in rich profusion.
In vials of ivory and coloured glass
Unstoppered, lurked her strange synthetic perfume
Unguent, powdered, or liquid--troubled, vondused
And drowned the sense in odours; stirred by the air
That freshened from the window, these ascended
In fattening the prolonged candle-flames,
Flung their smoke into the laquearia,
Stirring the pattern on the coffered ceiling.
Huge sea-wood fed with copper
Burned green and orange, framed by the colored stone
In which sad light a carved dolphin swam
Above the antique mantel was displayed
As though a window gave upon the sylvan scene
The change of Philomel, by the barbarous king
So rudely forced; yet there the nightingale
Filled all the desert with inviolable voice
And still she cried, and still the world pursues,
'Jug Jug' to dirty ears.
And other withered stumps of time
Were told upon the walls; staring forms
Leaned out, leaning, hushing the room enclosed.
Footstpes shuffled on the stair.
Under the firelight, under the brush, her hair
Spread out in fiery points
Glowed into words, then would be savagely still.
她所坐的椅子，在大理石上
象王座闪闪发光；有一面镜子，
镜台镂刻着结葡萄的藤蔓，
金黄的小爱神偷偷向外窥探，
（还有一个把眼睛藏在翅膀下）
把七枝蜡的烛台的火焰
加倍反射到桌上；她的珠宝
从缎套倾泻出的灿烂光泽，
正好升起来和那反光相汇合。
在开盖的象牙瓶和五彩玻璃瓶里
暗藏着她那怪异的合成香料，
有油膏、敷粉或汁液——以违乱神智，
并把感官淹没在奇香中；不过
受到窗外的新鲜空气的搅动，
它们上升而把瘦长的烛火加宽，
又把烛烟投到雕漆的梁间，
使屋顶镶板的图案模糊了。
巨大的木器镶满了黄铜
闪着青绿和橘黄，有彩石围着，
在幽光里游着一只浮雕的海豚。
好象推窗看到的田园景色，
在古老的壁炉架上展示出
菲罗美的变形，是被昏王的粗暴
逼成的呵；可是那儿有夜莺的
神圣不可侵犯的歌声充满了荒漠，
她还在啼叫，世界如今还在追逐，
“唧格，唧格”叫给脏耳朵听。
还有时光的其它残骸断梗
在墙上留着；凝视的人像倾着身，
倾着身，使关闭的屋子默默无声。
脚步在楼梯上慢慢移动着。
在火光下，刷子下，她的头发
播散出斑斑的火星
闪亮为语言，以后又猛地沉寂。
What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man,
You canot say, or guess, for you know only
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water. Only
There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handfull of dust.
这是什么根在抓着，是什么树杈
从这片乱石里长出来？人子呵，
你说不出，也猜不着，因为你只知道
一堆破碎的形象，受着太阳拍击，
而枯树没有阴凉，蟋蟀不使人轻松，
干石头发不出流水的声音。只有
一片阴影在这红色的岩石下，
（来吧，请走进这红岩石下的阴影）
我要指给你一件事，它不同于
你早晨的影子，跟在你后面走
也不象你黄昏的影子，起来迎你，
我要指给你恐惧是在一撮尘土里。
'My nerves are bad t-night. Yes, bad. Stay with me.
'Speak to me. Why do you never speak? Speak.
'What are you thinking of? What thinking? What?
'I never know what you are thinking. Think.'
“我今晚情绪不好。呵，很坏。陪着我。
跟我说话吧。怎么不说呢？说呵。
你在想什么？什么呀？ 我从不知你想着什么。想。”
I think we are in rat's alley
Where the dead men lost their bones.
我想我们是在耗子洞里，
死人在这里丢了骨头。
'What is that noise?'
The wind under the door.
'What is that noise now? What is the wind doing?'
Nothing again nothing.
'Do
'You know nothing? Do you see nothing? Do you remember
'Nothing?'
I remember
Those pearls that were his eyes.
'Are you alive, or not? Is there nothing in your head?'
But
O O O O that Shakespeherian Rag--
It's so elegant
So intelligent
'What shall I do now? What shall I do?'
'I shall rush out as I am, walk the street
'With my hair down, so. What shall we do to-morrow?
'What shall we ever do?'
The hot water at ten.
And if it rains, a closed car at four.
And we shall play a game of chess,
Pressing lidless eyes and waiting for a knock upon the door.
“那是什么声音？”
是门洞下的风。
“那又是什么声音？风在干什么？”
虚空，还是虚空。
“你
什么也不知道？什么也没看见？什么
也不记得？”
我记得
那些明珠曾经是他的眼睛。
“你是活是死？你的头脑里什么也没有？”
可是
呵呵呵呵那莎士比希亚小调——
这么文雅
这么聪明
“如今我做什么好？我做什么好？”
“我要这样冲出去，在大街上走，
披着头发，就这样。我们明天干什么？
我们究竟干什么？”
十点钟要热水。
若是下雨，四点钟要带篷的车。
我们将下一盘棋，
揉了难合的眼，等着叩门的一声。
When Lil's husband got demobbed, I said--
I didn't mince my words, I said to her myself,
HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME
Now Albert's coming back, make yourself a bit smart.
He'll want to know what you done with that money he gave you
To get yourself some teeth. He did, I was there.
You have them all out, Lil, and get a nice set,
He said, I swear, I can't bear to look at you.
And no more can't I, I said, and think of poor Albert,
He's been in the army for four years, he wants a good time
And if you don't give it him, there's others will, I said.
Oh is there, she said. Something o' that, I said.
Then I'll know who to thank, she said, and give me a straight
look.
HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME
If you don't like it you can get on with it, I said.
Others can pick and choose if you can't.
But if Albert makes off, it won't be for lack of telling.
You ought to be ashamed, I said, to look so antique.
(And her thirty-one.)
I can't help it, she said, pulling a long face,
It's them pills I took, to bring it off, she said.
(She had five already and nearly died of young George.)
The chemist said it would be all right, but I've never been the
same.
You are a proper fool, I said.
Well, if Albert won't leave you alone, there it is, I said,
What you get married for if you don't want children?
HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME
Well, that Sunday Albert was home, they had a hot gammon
And they asked me in to dinner, to get the beauty of it--
HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME
HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME
Goodnight Bill. Goodnight Lou. Goodnight May. Goodnight.
Ta ta. Goodnight. Goodnight.
Good night, ladies, good night, sweet ladies, good night, good
night.
丽尔的男人退伍的时候，我说——
我可是直截了当，我自己对她说的，
快走吧，到时候了
艾伯特要回来了，你得打扮一下。
他要问你他留下的那笔镶牙的钱
是怎么用的。他给时，我也在场。
把牙都拔掉吧，丽尔，换一副好的。
他说，看你那样子真叫人受不了。
连我也受不了，我说，你替艾伯特想想，
他当兵四年啦，他得找点乐趣，
如果你不给他，还有别人呢，我说。
呵，是吗，她说。差不多吧，我说。
那我知道该谢谁啦，她说，直看着我。
快走吧，到时候了
你不爱这种事也得顺着点，我说。
要是你不能，别人会来接你哩。
等艾伯特跑了，可别怪我没说到。
你也不害臊，我说，弄得这么老相。
（论年纪她才三十一岁）。
没有法子，她说，愁眉苦脸的，
是那药丸子打胎打的，她说。
（她已生了五个，小乔治几乎送了她的命。）
医生说就会好的，可是我大不如从前了。
你真是傻瓜，我说。
要是艾伯特不肯罢休，那怎么办，我说。
你不想生孩子又何必结婚？
快走吧，到时候了
对，那礼拜天艾伯特在家，做了熏火腿，
他们请我吃饭，要我乘热吃那鲜味——
快走吧，到时候了
快走吧，到时候了
晚安，比尔。晚安，娄。晚安，梅。晚安。
再见。晚安。晚安。
晚安，夫人们，晚安，亲爱的，晚安，晚安。
III. The Fire Sermon
三、火的说教
The river's tent is broken: the last fingers of leaf
Clutch and sink into the wet bank. The wind
Crosses the brown land, unheard. The nymphs are departed.
Sweet Thames, run softly, till I end my song.
The river bears no empty bottles, sandwich papers,
Silk handkerchiefs, cardboard boxes, cigarette ends
Or other testimony of summer nights. The nymphs are departed.
And their friends, the loitering heirs of City directors;
Departed, have left no addresses.
By the waters of Leman I sat down and wept...
Sweet Thames, run softly till I end my song,
Sweet Thames, run softly, for I speak not loud or long.
But at my back in a cold blast I hear
The ratttle of bones, and chuckle spread from ear to ear.
河边缺少了似帐篷的遮盖，树叶最后的手指
没抓住什么而飘落到潮湿的岸上。风
掠过棕黄的大地，无声的。仙女都走了。
温柔的泰晤士，轻轻地流，等我唱完我的歌。
河上不再漂着空瓶子，裹夹肉面包的纸，
绸手绢，硬纸盒子，吸剩的香烟头，
或夏夜的其它见证。仙女都走了。
还有她们的朋友，公司大亨的公子哥们，
走了，也没有留下地址。
在莱芒湖边我坐下来哭泣……
温柔的泰晤士，轻轻地流，等我唱完我的歌。
温柔的泰晤士，轻轻地流吧，我不会大声，也说不多。
可是在我背后的冷风中，我听见
白骨在碰撞，得意的笑声从耳边传到耳边。
A rat crept softly through vegetation
Dragging its slimy belly on the bank
While I was fishing in the dull canal
On a winter evening round behind the gashouse
Musing upon the king my brother's wreck
And the king my father's death before him.
White bodies naked on the low damp ground
And bones cast in a little low dry garret,
Rattled by the rat's foot only, year to year.
But at my back from time to time I hear
The sound of horns and motors, which shall bring
Sweeney to Mrs. Porter in the spring.
O the moon shone bright on Mrs. Porter
And on her daughter
They wash their feet in soda water
Et O ces voix d'enfants, chantant dans la coupole!
一只老鼠悄悄爬过了草丛 把它湿粘的肚子拖过河岸，
而我坐在冬日黄昏的煤气厂后，
对着污滞的河水垂钓，
沉思着我的王兄在海上的遭难。
和在他以前我的父王的死亡。
在低湿的地上裸露着白尸体，
白骨抛弃在干燥低矮的小阁楼上，
被耗子的脚拨来拨去的，年复一年。
然而在我的背后我不时地听见
汽车和喇叭的声音，是它带来了
斯温尼在春天会见鲍特太太。
呵，月光在鲍特太太身上照耀
也在她女儿身上照耀
她们在苏打水里洗脚
哦，听童男女们的歌声，在教堂的圆顶下！
Twit twit twit
Jug jug jug jug jug jug
So rudely forc'd
Tereu
嘁喳嘁喳
唧格、唧格、唧格，
逼得这么粗暴。
特鲁
Unreal City
Under the brown fog of a winter noon
Mr. Eugenides, the Smyrna merchant
Unshaven, with a pocket full of currants
C.i.f. London: documents at sight,
Asked me in demotic French
To luncheon at the Cannon Street Hotel
Followed by a weekend at the Metropole.
不真实的城
在冬日正午的棕黄色雾下
尤金尼迪先生，斯莫纳的商人
没有刮脸，口袋里塞着葡萄干
托运伦敦免费，见款即交的提单，
他讲着俗劣的法语邀请我
到加农街饭店去吃午餐
然后在大都会去度周末。
（未完）
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