The Blind盲女

齐云

The  Blind

By Sara Tealsdale

The birds are all a-building,                       

  They say the world's a-flower,

    And still Ilinger lonely

  Within a barren bower.

I weave a web of fancies

  Of tear and darkeness spun.

    How shall Ising of sunlight

  Who never saw the sun?

I hear the pipes a-blowing,

  But yet I may not dance,

    I know thatLove is passing,

  I cannot catch his glance.

And if his voice should call me

  And I with groping dim

    Shouldreach his place of calling

  And stretchmy arms to him

The wind would blow between my hands

  For Joy that I shall miss,

      The rain would fall upon my mouth

  That his will never kiss.

盲女

文/莎拉·蒂斯黛尔  译/齐云

百鸟都忙于构建小屋

  说着世上繁荣

而我却逗留自怜独处

  于荒野的凉棚

我用泪滴与黑暗编织

  一张梦幻之网

我生平从未见过红日

  怎能歌颂阳光

我仿佛听到管乐鸣和

  但却不能起舞

一如我知道爱神路过

  不能令其垂顾

就算他垂顾向我邀呼

  我在暗中寻觅

就算我摸到邀呼之处

  向他伸出双臂

我只能抱到寒风一阵

  欢乐从来错过

我只能感到冷雨落唇

  爱神从不吻我

译后记：是女诗人以己之心，推及盲女，代呼人生不平？还是女诗人借盲女自喻，感叹爱情难觅？我不知之。喜爱“从未见过红日，怎能歌颂阳光”这一句，可为诠释迦耶酥因何对世人予以同情大爱。