Song From The Second Brother

★ Song From The Second Brother

☆ Poetry by Thomas Lovell Beddoes

STREW not earth with empty stars
Strew it not with roses,
Nor feathers from the crest of Mars,
Nor summer's idle posies.
'Tis not the primrose-sandalled moon,
Nor cold and silent morn,
Nor he that climbs the dusty noon,
Nor mower war with scythe that drops,
Stuck with helmed and turbaned tops
Of enemies new shorn.

Ye cups, ye lyres, ye trumpets know,
Pour your music, let it flow,
'Tis Bacchus' son who walks below


▲ Chinese Translation

★ 二哥唱的歌

☆ [英国] 托马斯•洛弗尔•贝多斯(1803-1818) 诗
☆ [中国] 罗志海 (1954-) 译


地球没撒上空洞的星星
没撒上玫瑰花朵
头冠羽毛不是来自火星
也不是夏天闲置的花朵
这不是穿报春花凉鞋的月亮
也不是寒冷沉默的早上
更不是他爬上灰头土脸的中午
也不是割草机与大镰刀战争的结束
卡住戴头盔包头巾的敌人
剪断他们的发束

你的杯子,你的七弦琴,你的喇叭都明白
倾倒你的音乐,让它流下来
这是酒神的儿子,正在走下来


2015年5月26日翻译
On May 26,2015, Translation

by Luo Zhihai

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