双树

亲爱的，凝视你自己的心房，
那棵圣树在其中生长；
神圣的枝条于欢悦中抽绽，
生出一树繁花抖颤，
那果实变幻的色调，
赋予星辰熠熠辉耀；
那隐匿的根系如是确定，
向暗夜中植入寂静；
那丰茂的树冠曳摇，
为水波谱出曲调，
让我的双唇相和乐音，
为你把一首巫师之歌悄吟。
爱于此回旋，
我们的时光之焰圈，
向上盘升，向下涡卷
于那巨硕而暗昧的茂叶之路间；
记起那所有飘摇的发丝
记起那翼鞋梭滑如流矢，
柔情在你眼里浮漾：

亲爱的，凝视你自己的心房。
别再凝视那苦涩的镜面，
魔鬼以难以觉察的诡变，
经过时在我们眼前将之举起，
或者只能凝视片时；
因为那里的影像生成着灾厄，
降临于暴风雨之夜，
根系半埋于积雪，
树叶黑萎枝条摧折。
一切变成一派荒芜贫瘠，
在魔鬼手持的晦暗镜面里，
那表层的倦怠之镜，
当神于远古沉睡时制成。
在那里，断枝狼藉间，穿出那
不安思绪的群鸦，
飞呀噪啊，纷扑扰攘，
残酷的钩爪，饥饿的喉嗓，
要不就冷嗤着迎风而立，
扇动着褴褛的翅膀；咦！
你温柔的双眼变得毫不和善：
别再凝视那苦涩的镜面。

作者 / [爱尔兰]W. B. 叶芝
翻译 / 周丽华
选自 / 《穿越月色宁谧：叶芝诗歌新译与精注》，中信出版集团

The Two Trees

Beloved, gaze in thine own heart,
The holy tree is growing there;
From joy the holy branches start,
And all the trembling flowers they bear.
The changing colours of its fruit
Have dowered the stars with merry light;
The surety of its hidden root
Has planted quiet in the night;
The shaking of its leafy head
Has given the waves their melody,
And made my lips and music wed,
Murmuring a wizard song for thee.
There the Loves a circle go,
The flaming circle of our days,
Gyring, spiring to and fro
In those great ignorant leafy ways;
Remembering all that shaken hair
And how the wingèd sandals dart,
Thine eyes grow full of tender care:

Beloved, gaze in thine own heart.
Gaze no more in the bitter glass
The demons, with their subtle guile,
Lift up before us when they pass,
Or only gaze a little while;
For there a fatal image grows
That the stormy night receives,
Roots half hidden under snows,
Broken boughs and blackened leaves.
For all things turn to barrenness
In the dim glass the demons hold,
The glass of outer weariness,
Made when God slept in times of old.
There, through the broken branches, go
The ravens of unresting thought;
Flying, crying, to and fro,
Cruel claw and hungry throat,
Or else they stand and sniff the wind,
And shake their ragged wings; alas!
Thy tender eyes grow all unkind:
Gaze no more in the bitter glass.

W. B. YEATS