【五月】Sympathy BY PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR 翻译一位黑人诗人# LeisureTime - 读书听歌看电影
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Sympathy
BY PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR
I know what the caged bird feels, alas!
When the sun is bright on the upland slopes; &
#160;
When the wind stirs soft through the springing grass,
And the river flows like a stream of glass;
When the first bird sings and the first bud opes,
160;
And the faint perfume from its chalice steals—
I know what the caged bird feels!
I know why the caged bird beats his wing
Till its blood is red on the cruel bars;
For he must fly back to his perch and cling
When he fain would be on the bough a-swing;
And a pain still throbs in the old, old scars
And they pulse again with a keener sting—
I know why he beats his wing!
I know why the caged bird sings, ah me,
When his wing is bruised and his bosom sore,—
When he beats his bars and he would be free;
It is not a carol of joy or glee,
But a prayer that he sends from his heart’s deep core,
160;
But a plea, that upward to Heaven he flings—
I know why the caged bird sings!
同情
我懂得笼中鸟的感受， 唉！
当太阳在高地的斜坡上照亮；
当风轻轻摇动春天的草地，
河水想流动的镜子；
当第一只鸟唱歌第一个花苞绽放，
清香从它的圣杯悄悄地流-
我懂得笼中鸟的感受
我懂得为何笼里的鸟扇动翅膀
知道它的血染红无情的笼栏；
因他必须飞回到他的栖息依傍
当他本该开心有树枝作秋千来荡；
可陈旧的伤疤仍有疼痛震颤
而这些伤疤再一次更锋利地刺伤
我懂得为他扇动翅膀
我懂得为何笼中鸟才歌唱，
当他擦伤了翅膀和胸膛，-
当他击打笼子的围栏他会自由；
这不是欢乐的颂歌，
而是从他心底发出的祈祷，
而是他抛向天堂的恳求-
我懂得为何笼中鸟才歌唱！
BY PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR
I know what the caged bird feels, alas!
When the sun is bright on the upland slopes; &
#160;
When the wind stirs soft through the springing grass,
And the river flows like a stream of glass;
When the first bird sings and the first bud opes,
160;
And the faint perfume from its chalice steals—
I know what the caged bird feels!
I know why the caged bird beats his wing
Till its blood is red on the cruel bars;
For he must fly back to his perch and cling
When he fain would be on the bough a-swing;
And a pain still throbs in the old, old scars
And they pulse again with a keener sting—
I know why he beats his wing!
I know why the caged bird sings, ah me,
When his wing is bruised and his bosom sore,—
When he beats his bars and he would be free;
It is not a carol of joy or glee,
But a prayer that he sends from his heart’s deep core,
160;
But a plea, that upward to Heaven he flings—
I know why the caged bird sings!
同情
我懂得笼中鸟的感受， 唉！
当太阳在高地的斜坡上照亮；
当风轻轻摇动春天的草地，
河水想流动的镜子；
当第一只鸟唱歌第一个花苞绽放，
清香从它的圣杯悄悄地流-
我懂得笼中鸟的感受
我懂得为何笼里的鸟扇动翅膀
知道它的血染红无情的笼栏；
因他必须飞回到他的栖息依傍
当他本该开心有树枝作秋千来荡；
可陈旧的伤疤仍有疼痛震颤
而这些伤疤再一次更锋利地刺伤
我懂得为他扇动翅膀
我懂得为何笼中鸟才歌唱，
当他擦伤了翅膀和胸膛，-
当他击打笼子的围栏他会自由；
这不是欢乐的颂歌，
而是从他心底发出的祈祷，
而是他抛向天堂的恳求-
我懂得为何笼中鸟才歌唱！
