关于youth（青春）的几篇名家名作
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Youth-青春
作者：Samuel Ullman
（20世纪初，生于德国，后迁居美国的塞缪尔·厄尔曼写过一篇不足500字的短文《青春》，大半个世纪来一直为世人倾倒，产生着经久不息的轰动效应。不少世界名人将其视为座右铭，将其珍藏于随身携带的钱包之中。那是一段什么样的文字？它的魅力何在？快到五四青年节了，在这里，我们录下全文，不仅仅是为青年朋友，而且是为所有读者，因为青春可以常驻在每一个人的生命之中）
Youth is not a time of life; it is a state
of mind.
青春不是年华，而是心境；
It is not a matter of rosy cheeks, red lips and
supple knees.
青春不是桃面、丹唇、柔膝，
It is a matter of the will, a quality of the imagination, vigor of
the emotions;
而是深沉的意志、宏伟的想象、炽热的感情；
It is the freshness of the deep spring of life.
青春是生命的深泉在涌流。
Youth means a temperamental predominance of courage over
timidity,
青春气贯长虹，勇锐盖过怯弱，
of the appetite for adventure over the love of ease.
进去压倒苟安，如此锐气，
This often exits in a man of 60, more than a boy of
20.
二十后生有之，六旬男子则更多见。
nobody grows merely by the number of years;we grow old by deserting
our ideas.
年年有加，并非垂老；理想丢弃，方堕暮年。
Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the
soul.
岁月悠悠，衰微只及肌肤；热忱抛却，颓唐必至灵魂。
Worry, fear, self-distrust1 bows the heart and turns the spirit
back to dust.
烦忧、惶恐、丧失自信，定使心灵扭曲，意气如灰。
Whether 60 or 16, there is in every human being's heart the lure of
wonders,
无论年届花甲，抑或二八芳龄，心中皆有生命之欢乐，奇迹之诱惑，
the unfailing childlike appetite of what's next and the joy of the
game of living.
孩童般天真久盛不衰。
In the center of your heart and my heart there is a wireless
station;
人人心中皆有一台天线，
so long as it receives messages of beauty, hope, cheer, courage and
power from men and from infinite,
只要你从天上人间接受美好、希望、欢乐、勇气和力量的信号，
so long as you are young.
你就青春永驻，风华常存。
When the aerials are down, and your spirit is covered with the
snows of cynicism and the ice of pessimism,
一旦天线倒塌，锐气被冰雪覆盖，玩世不恭、自暴自弃油然而生，
then you've grown old, even at 20, but as long as your aerials are
up,
几十年方二十，实已垂老矣；
to catch waves of optimism, there's hope you may die young at
80.
然则只要竖起天线，捕捉乐观的信号，你就有望在八十高龄告别尘寰时仍觉得年轻。
以上为直译版，下面为意译版：
青春不是年华，而是心境；青春不是桃面，丹唇，柔膝，而是深沉的意志，恢宏的想象，炽热的感情；青春是生命的源泉在不息的涌流。
青春气贯长虹，勇锐盖过怯懦，进取压倒苟安。如此锐气，弱冠后生有之，耳顺之年，则亦多见，年岁有加，并非垂老；理想丢弃，方堕暮年。
岁月悠悠，衰微只及肌肤，热忱抛却，颓唐必至灵魂。忧烦，惶恐，丧失自信，定使心灵扭曲，意气如灰。
无论年届古稀，抑或二八芳龄，心中皆有生命之欢乐，奇迹之诱惑，孩童般天真久盛不衰。人人心中皆深植一片追求，只要你从天上，人间追求美好，希望，欢乐，勇气和力量，你就青春永驻，风华长存。
一旦追求消失，锐气如同冰雪覆盖，玩世不恭，自暴自弃油然而生，即使年方二十，实已老矣。然坚持追求，你就有望在百岁高龄告别尘寰时仍觉年青。
版本三：
青春--赛谬尔·乌尔曼
人生匆匆，青春不是易逝的一段。青春应是一种永恒的心态。满脸红光，嘴唇红润，腿脚灵活，这些都不是青春的全部。真正的青春啊，它是一种坚强的意志，是一种想象力的高品位，是感情充沛饱满，是生命之泉的清澈常新。
青春意味着勇敢战胜怯懦，青春意味着进取战胜安逸，年月的轮回就一定导致衰老吗？要知道呵，老态龙钟是因为放弃了对真理的追求。
无情岁月的流逝，留下了深深的皱纹，而热忱的丧失，会在深处打下烙印。焦虑、恐惧、自卑，终会使心情沮丧，意志消亡。
60也罢，16也罢，每个人的心田都应保持着不泯的意志，去探索新鲜的事物，去追求人生乐趣。我们的心中都应有座无线电台，只要不断地接受来自人类和上帝的美感、希望、勇气和力量，我们就会永葆青春。倘若你收起天线，使自己的心灵蒙上玩世不恭的霜雪和悲观厌世的冰凌，即使你年方20，你已垂垂老矣；倘若你已经80高龄，临于辞世，若竖起天线去收听乐观进取的电波，你仍会青春焕发。
The Flight of Youth 青春的飞逝
by Richard Henry
Stoddard/理查德.亨利.斯托达
There are gains for all our losses. 我们失去的一切都能得到补偿，
There are balms for all our pain; 我们所有的痛苦都能得到安慰；
But when youth,the dream,departs 可是梦境似的青春一旦消逝，
It takes something from our hearts, 它带走了我们心中的某种美好，
And it never comes again. 从此一去不复返。
We are stronger, and are better, 我们变得日益刚强、更臻完美，
Under manhood’s sterner reign; 在严峻的成年生活驱使下；
Still we feel that something sweet 可是依然感到甜美的情感，
Following youth, with flying feet, 已随着青春飞逝，
And will never come again. 不再返回。
Something beautiful is vanished, 美好已经消逝，
And we sigh for it in vain; 我们枉自为此叹息；
We behold it everywhere, 尽管在天地之间，
On the earth, and in the air, 我们处处能见青春的魅力，
But it never comes again! 可是它不再返回！
My Lost
Youth
美国诗人 Henry Wadsworth
Longfellow
（19世纪美国最伟大的浪漫主义诗人之一。）
MY LOST YOUTH
我逝去的青春
秋堂译
Often I think of the beautiful town
我常常思念这美丽的小城，
That is seated by the sea;
它就座落在海边；
Often in thought go up and down
常常令我游思不定
The pleasant streets of that dear old
town,
这愉快亲切的古城街道，
And my youth comes back to me.
我的青春回到我身边。
And a verse of a Lapland song
一句拉普兰民歌的诗句
Is haunting my memory still:
一直徘徊在我记忆里：
“A boy’s will is the wind’s will,
“孩子的愿望是风的愿望，
And the thoughts of youth are long, long
thoughts.”
青春的怀念是悠长的，悠长的怀念。”
I can see the shadowy lines of its trees,
我望见一排排成荫的树木，
And catch, in sudden gleams,
在匆匆一瞥中
The sheen of the far-surrounding
seas,
看见远处环抱的海洋的闪光；
And islands that were the Hesperides
和那些金苹果的岛屿，
Of all my boyish dreams.
所有我稚气的梦想。
And the burden of that old song,
那首古老民歌的主题
It murmurs and whispers still:
它的喃喃低语依旧：
“A boy’s will is the wind’s will,
“孩子的愿望是风的愿望，
And the thoughts of youth are long, long
thoughts.”
青春的怀念是悠长的，悠长的怀念。”
I remember the black wharves and slips,
我记得乌黑的码头和纸片，
And the sea-tides tossing free;
海潮任意摇荡；
And Spanish sailors with bearded
lips,
满嘴胡须的西班牙水手，
And the beauty and mystery of the
ships,
美丽而神奇的船，
And the magic of the sea.
大海的魔力。
And the voice of that wayward song
任性的歌声
Is singing and saying still:
一直在唱着说着：
“A boy’s will is the wind’s will,
“孩子的愿望是风的愿望，
And the thoughts of youth are long, long
thoughts.”
青春的怀念是悠长的，悠长的怀念。”
I remember the bulwarks by the shore,
我记得岸上的壁垒，
And the fort upon the hill;
和山上的堡垒；
The sunrise gun, with its hollow
roar,
日出时的大炮咆哮空谷，
The drum-beat repeated o’er and o’er,
鼓点一遍又一遍重复着，
And the bugle wild and shrill.
狂野尖利的军号。
And the music of that old song
那首古老民歌的音乐
Throbs in my memery still:
一直在我记忆中颤动：
“A boy’s will is the wind’s will,
“孩子的愿望是风的愿望，
And the thoughts of youth are long, long
thoughts.”
青春的怀念是悠长的，悠长的怀念。”
I remember the sea-fight far away,
我记得那次遥远的海战，
How it thundered o’er the tide!
它是怎样在潮上发出雷鸣；
And the dead captains, as they lay
死去的船长，躺在自己的墓中，
In their graves, o’erlooking the tranquil
bay
俯视着宁静的海湾
Where they in battle died.
那里就是他们战死的地方。
And the sound of that mournful song
悲哀的歌声，
Goes through me with a thrill:
带着颤栗穿透我：
“A boy’s will is the wind’s will,
“孩子的愿望是风的愿望，
And the thoughts of youth are long, long
thoughts.”
青春的怀念是悠长的，悠长的怀念。”
I can see the breezy dome of groves,
我看见微风里小树林的园顶，
The shadows of Deering’s Woods;
狄岭的森林阴影；
And the friendships old and the early
loves
古老的友谊，早年的恋情
Comes back with a Sabbath sound, as of
doves
回到安息日的歌声里，
In quiet neighborhoods.
袭入宁静的周围。
And the verse of that sweet old song,
那首甜蜜的古老民歌的诗句
It flutters and murmurs still:
一直在飘动和低语：
“A boy’s will is the wind’s will,
“孩子的愿望是风的愿望，
And the thoughts of youth are long, long
thoughts.”
青春的怀念是悠长的，悠长的怀念。”
I remember the gleams and glooms that dart
我记得飞逝的阴暗的一瞬
Across the school-boy’s brain;
掠过学童的头脑；
The song and the silence in the
heart,
歌和心的沉默，
That in part are prophecies, and in
part
部分是预言，部分
Are longs wild and vain.
是长期狂热和自负。
And the voice of that fitful song
断续的歌声
Sings on, and is never still:
继续唱着，永不平静：
“A boy’s will is the wind’s will,
“孩子的愿望是风的愿望，
And the thoughts of youth are long, long
thoughts.”
青春的怀念是悠长的，悠长的怀念。”
There are things of which I may not speak;
有一些我说不出的东西；
There are dreams that can not die;
有一些不死的梦；
There are thoughts that make the strong
heart weak,
有的思想使坚强的心灵衰弱，
And bring a pallor into the cheek,
把脸颊带来苍白，
And a mist before the eye.
给视力带来雾障。
And the words of that fatal song
和致命的歌词
Comes over me like a chill:
象一阵寒意落到我身上：
“A boy’s will is the wind’s will,
“孩子的愿望是风的愿望，
And the thoughts of youth are long,
long thoughts.”
青春的怀念是悠长的，悠长的怀念。”
Strange to me now are the forms I meet
现在我再遇见它时又感到陌生 ，
When I visit the dear old town;
当我访问这亲爱的古老小城；
But the native air is pure and sweet,
但本地的空气甜蜜而纯净，
And the trees that o’ershadow each
well-known street,
每条熟悉的街道洒满了树的荫影，
As they balance up and down,
他们上下平衡，
Are singing the beautiful song,
都在唱着那美丽的歌，
Are sighing and whispering still:
正在低声密语：
“A boy’s will is the wind’s will,
“孩子的愿望是风的愿望，
And the thoughts of youth are long,
long thoughts.”
青春的怀念是悠长的，悠长的怀念。”
And the Deering’s Woods are fresh and fair,
狄岭的森林清新悦目，
And with joy that is almost
pain
带着几乎是痛苦的快乐；
My heart goes back to wander
there,
我的心回到这里徘徊；
And among the dreams of the days
that were,
在那此往日的旧梦中，
I find my lost youth again.
我又找回了逝去的青春。
And the strange and beautiful
song,
和那些陌生而美丽的歌，
The groves are repeating it
still:
那此小树林还在重复着：
“A boy’s will is the wind’s will,
“孩子的愿望是风的愿望，
And the thoughts of youth are long,
long thoughts.”
青春的怀念是悠长的，悠长的怀念。”
