《两个月亮》
徐志摩
我望见有两个月亮：
一般的样，不同的相。
一个这时正在天上，
披敞着雀毛的衣裳；
她不吝惜她的恩情，
满地全是她的金银。
她不忘故宫的琉璃，
三海间有她的清丽。
她跳出云头，跳上树，
又躲进新绿的藤萝。
她那样玲珑，那样美，
水底的鱼儿也得醉!
但她有一点子不好，
她老爱向瘦小里耗；
有时满天只见星点，
没了那迷人的圆脸，
虽则到时候照样回来，
但这份相思有些难挨!
还有那个你看不见，
虽则不提有多么艳!
她也有她醉涡的笑，
还有转动时的灵妙；
说慷慨她也从不让人，
可惜你望不到我的园林!
可贵是她无边的法力，
常把我灵波向高里提：
我最爱那银涛的汹涌，
浪花里有音乐的银钟；
就那些马尾似的白沫，
也比得珠宝经过雕琢。
一轮完美的明月，
又况是永不残缺!
只要我闭上这一双眼，
她就婷婷的升上了天!
写于1931年四月二日月圆深夜，刊登于1931年4月《诗刊》2期
Two moons I see,
The same in shape, yet different in feature.
The one’s just in the sky
Decked in a gown of bird-plumes.
She does not stint her favours,
Her gold and silver spread o’er all the earth.
She does not forget the titles on the palace-roof.
And the Three Lakes brim and glisten with her beauty.
Over the clouds she leaps, over the tree-tops,
And hides herself in green shades of the vine.
She is so delicate and comely
Even the fish within the lakes are rapt!
And yet she has a flaw—
The naughty habit of becoming thin:
Sometimes the sparks of stars are seen aloft
But not her round enchanting countenance.
And though she may return at other seasons
This absence is a torture too excessive.
Another moon there is you cannot see,
Despite the splendour of her radiance.
She also has her dimple-smiles
And grace of movement;
She’s no less generous than the other moon—
What a pity that you cannot see my garden!
Sublime her sorcery,
Kindling and quickening my ecstasies:
I love her sudden swell of silver waves
Lapping with melodies of silver bells,
Even her foam, blown white like horses’tails,
Fostered more tenderly than deep-sea pearls.
A full and perfect moon
Who never wanes.
Whenever I close these eyes of mine
She rises up and sails into the heavens.
《那一晚》
林徽因
那一晚我的船推出了河心，
澄蓝的天上托着密密的星。
那一晚你的手牵着我的手，
迷惘的星夜封锁起重愁。
那一晚你和我分定了方向，
两人各认取个生活的模样。
到如今我的船仍然在海面飘，
细弱的桅杆常在风涛里摇。
到如今太阳只在我背后徘徊，
层层的阴影留守在我的周围。
到如今我还记着那一晚的天，
星光，眼泪，白茫茫的江边！
到如今我想念你岸上的耕种：
红花儿黄花儿朵朵的生动。
那一天我希望要走到了顶层，
蜜一般酿出那记忆的滋润。
那一天我要跨上带羽翼的箭，
望着你花园里射一个满弦。
那一天你要听到鸟般的歌唱，
那便是我静候着你的赞赏。
那一天你要看到凌乱的花影，
那便是我私闯入当年的边境！
刊登于1931年4月《诗刊》第2期，
徐志摩
我望见有两个月亮：
一般的样，不同的相。
一个这时正在天上，
披敞着雀毛的衣裳；
她不吝惜她的恩情，
满地全是她的金银。
她不忘故宫的琉璃，
三海间有她的清丽。
她跳出云头，跳上树，
又躲进新绿的藤萝。
她那样玲珑，那样美，
水底的鱼儿也得醉!
但她有一点子不好，
她老爱向瘦小里耗；
有时满天只见星点，
没了那迷人的圆脸，
虽则到时候照样回来，
但这份相思有些难挨!
还有那个你看不见，
虽则不提有多么艳!
她也有她醉涡的笑，
还有转动时的灵妙；
说慷慨她也从不让人，
可惜你望不到我的园林!
可贵是她无边的法力，
常把我灵波向高里提：
我最爱那银涛的汹涌，
浪花里有音乐的银钟；
就那些马尾似的白沫，
也比得珠宝经过雕琢。
一轮完美的明月，
又况是永不残缺!
只要我闭上这一双眼，
她就婷婷的升上了天!
写于1931年四月二日月圆深夜，刊登于1931年4月《诗刊》2期
Two moons I see,
The same in shape, yet different in feature.
The one’s just in the sky
Decked in a gown of bird-plumes.
She does not stint her favours,
Her gold and silver spread o’er all the earth.
She does not forget the titles on the palace-roof.
And the Three Lakes brim and glisten with her beauty.
Over the clouds she leaps, over the tree-tops,
And hides herself in green shades of the vine.
She is so delicate and comely
Even the fish within the lakes are rapt!
And yet she has a flaw—
The naughty habit of becoming thin:
Sometimes the sparks of stars are seen aloft
But not her round enchanting countenance.
And though she may return at other seasons
This absence is a torture too excessive.
Another moon there is you cannot see,
Despite the splendour of her radiance.
She also has her dimple-smiles
And grace of movement;
She’s no less generous than the other moon—
What a pity that you cannot see my garden!
Sublime her sorcery,
Kindling and quickening my ecstasies:
I love her sudden swell of silver waves
Lapping with melodies of silver bells,
Even her foam, blown white like horses’tails,
Fostered more tenderly than deep-sea pearls.
A full and perfect moon
Who never wanes.
Whenever I close these eyes of mine
She rises up and sails into the heavens.
《那一晚》
林徽因
那一晚我的船推出了河心，
澄蓝的天上托着密密的星。
那一晚你的手牵着我的手，
迷惘的星夜封锁起重愁。
那一晚你和我分定了方向，
两人各认取个生活的模样。
到如今我的船仍然在海面飘，
细弱的桅杆常在风涛里摇。
到如今太阳只在我背后徘徊，
层层的阴影留守在我的周围。
到如今我还记着那一晚的天，
星光，眼泪，白茫茫的江边！
到如今我想念你岸上的耕种：
红花儿黄花儿朵朵的生动。
那一天我希望要走到了顶层，
蜜一般酿出那记忆的滋润。
那一天我要跨上带羽翼的箭，
望着你花园里射一个满弦。
那一天你要听到鸟般的歌唱，
那便是我静候着你的赞赏。
那一天你要看到凌乱的花影，
那便是我私闯入当年的边境！
刊登于1931年4月《诗刊》第2期，
谁爱这不息的变幻
谁爱这不息的变幻，她/他的行径？
谁爱这不息的变幻，她/他的行径？
催一阵急雨，抹一天云霞，月亮，
星光，日影，在在都是她/他的花样，
更不容峰峦与江海偷一刻安定。
骄傲的，她/他奉着那荒唐的使命：
看花放蕊树凋零，娇娃做了娘；
叫河流凝成冰雪，天地变了相；
都市喧哗，再寂成广漠的夜静！
虽说千万年在她/他掌握中操纵，
她/他不曾遗忘一丝毫发的卑微。
难怪她/他笑永恒是人们造的谎，
来抚慰恋爱的消失，死亡的痛。
但谁又能参透这幻化的轮回，
谁又大胆地爱过这伟大的变换？
“Who Love the Endless Reincarnation”
Lin Huiyin
Who love the endless reincarnation of her behavior?
A sudden shower, a sky of rosy clouds, moon, stars,
Shadow of the sun, all seem her transformation,
Let alone steal a moment of peace for hill and river.
She has been acting proudly under ridiculous orders:
To see flowers budding, trees withering, girls becoming brides,
Rivers covered with snow, the world has been changing;
Noisy city has fallen into night, into boundless tranquility!
Thousand thousands of years kept in her control,
She has never forgotten her humble origin.
No wonder she ridicules eternity as a pack of lies
For people to soothe lovelornness and painful death,
But who could penetrate the illusory transformation,
Who once boldly loved the great reincarnation?
