朱自清散文《匆匆》英译

匆匆(朱自清) 燕子去了，有再来的时候；杨柳枯了，有再青的时候；桃花谢了，有再开的时候。但是，聪明的，你告诉我，我们的日子为什么一去不复返呢？——是有人偷了他们吧：那是谁？又藏在何处呢？是他们自己逃走了吧：现在又到了哪里呢？ 我不知道他们给了我多少日子；但我的手确乎是渐渐空虚了。在默默里算着，八千多日子已经从我手中溜去；像针尖上一滴水滴在大海里，我的日子滴在时间的流里，没有声音，也没有影子。我不禁汗涔涔而泪潸潸了。 去的尽管去了，来的尽管来着；去来的中间，又怎样地匆匆呢？早上我起来的时候，小屋里射进两三方斜斜的太阳。太阳他有脚啊，轻轻悄悄地挪移了；我也茫茫然跟着旋转。于是——洗手的时候，日子从水盆里过去；吃饭的时候，日子从饭碗里过去；默默时，便从凝然的双眼前过去。我觉察他去的匆匆了，伸出手遮挽时，他又从遮挽着的手边过去，天黑时，我躺在床上，他便伶伶俐俐地从我身上跨过，从我脚边飞去了。等我睁开眼和太阳再见，这算又溜走了一日。我掩着面叹息。但是新来的日子的影儿又开始在叹息里闪过了。 在逃去如飞的日子里，在千门万户的世界里的我能做些什么呢？只有徘徊罢了，只有匆匆罢了；在八千多日的匆匆里，除徘徊外，又剩些什么呢？过去的日子如轻烟，被微风吹散了，如薄雾，被初阳蒸融了；我留着些什么痕迹呢？我何曾留着像游丝样的痕迹呢？我赤裸裸来到这世界，转眼间也将赤裸裸的回去罢？但不能平的，为什么偏要白白走这一遭啊？ 你聪明的，告诉我，我们的日子为什么一去不复返呢？ 一九二二年三月二十八日。 Rush（translatedbyZhuChunshen）朱纯深 Swallowsmayhavegone,butthereisatimeofreturn;willowtreesmayhavediedback,butthereisatimeofregreening;peachblossomsmayhavefallen,buttheywillbloomagain.Now,youthewise,tellme,whyshouldourdaysleaveus,nevertoreturn?—Iftheyhadbeenstolenbysomeone,whocoulditbe?Wherecouldhehidethen?Iftheyhadmadetheescapethemselves,thenwherecouldtheystayatthemoment? IdonotknowhowmanydaysIhavebeengiventospend,butIdofeelmyhandsaregettingempty.Takingstocksilently,Ifindthatmorethaneightthousanddayshasalreadyslidawayfromme.Likeadropofwaterfromthepointofaneedledisappearingintotheocean,mydaysaredrippingintothestreamoftime,soundless,traceless.Alreadysweatisstartingonmyforehead,andtearswellingupinmyeyes. Thosethathavegonehavegoneforgood,thosetocomekeepcoming;yetinbetween,howswiftistheshift,insucharush?WhenIgetupinthemorning,theslantingsunmarksitspresenceinmysmallroomintwoorthreeoblongs.Thesunhasfeet,look,heistreadingon,lightlyandfurtively;andIamcaught,blankly,inhisrevolution.Thus—thedayflowsawaythroughthesinkwhenIwashmyhands,wearsoffinthebowlwhenIeatmymeal,passesawaybeforemyday-dreaminggazeasIreflectinsilence.Icanfeelhishastenow,soIreachoutmyhandstoholdhimback,buthekeepsflowingpastmywithholdinghands.Intheevening,asIlieinbed,hestridesovermybody,glidespastmyfeet,inhisagileway.ThemomentIopenmyeyesandmeetthesunagain,onewholedayhasgone.Iburymyfaceinmyhandsandheaveasigh.Butthenewdaybeginstoflashpastinthesigh. WhatcanIdo,inthisbustlingworld,withmydaysflyingintheirescape?Nothingbuttohesitate,torush.WhathaveIbeendoinginthateight-thousand-dayrush,apartfromhesitating?Thosebygonedayshavebeendispersedassmokebyalightwind,orevaporatedasmistbythemorningsun.WhattraceshaveIleftbehindme?HaveIeverleftbehindanygossamertracesatall?Ihavecometothisworld,stark-naked;amItogoback,inablink,inthesamestark-nakedness?Itisnotfairthough:whyshouldIhavemadesuchatripfornothing! Youthewise,tellme,whyshouldourdaysleaveus,nevertoreturn? 28March,1922 TransientDays(translatedbyZhangPeiji)张培基 Ifswallowsgoaway,theywillcomebackagain.Ifwillowswither,theywillturngreenagain.Ifpeachblossomsfade,theywillfloweragain.But,tellme,youthewise,whyshouldourdaysgobynevertoreturn?Perhapstheyhavebeenstolenbysomeone.Butwhocoulditbeandwherecouldhehidethem?Perhapstheyhavejustrunawaybythemselves.Butwherecouldtheybeatthepresentmoment? Idon'tknowhowmanydaysIamentitledtoaltogether,butmyquotaofthemisundoubtedlywearingaway.Countingupsilently,Ifindthatmorethan8,000dayshavealreadyslippedawaythroughmyfingers.Likeadropofwaterfallingoffaneedlepointintotheocean,mydaysarequietlydrippingintothestreamoftimewithoutleavingatrace.Atthethoughtofthis,sweatoozesfrommyforeheadandtearstrickledownmycheeks. Whatisgoneisgone,whatistocomekeepscoming.Howswiftisthetransitioninbetween!WhenIgetupinthemorning,theslantingsuncaststwoorthreesquarishpatchesoflightintomysmallroom.Thesunhasfeettoo,edgingawaysoftlyandstealthily.And,withoutknowingit,Iamalreadycaughtinitsrevolution.ThusthedayflowsawaythroughthesinkwhenIwashmyhands;vanishesinthericebowlwhenIhavemymeal;passesawayquietlybeforethefixedgazeofmyeyeswhenIamlostinreverie.Awareofitsfleetingpresence,Ireachoutforitonlytofinditbrushingpastmyout-stretchedhands.Intheevening,whenIlieonmybed,itnimblystridesovermybodyandflitspastmyfeet.BythetimewhenIopenmyeyestomeetthesunagain,anotherdayisalreadygone.Iheaveasign,myheadburiedinmyhands.But,inthemidstofmysighs,anewdayisflashingpast. Livinginthisworldwithitsfleetingdaysandteemingmillions,whatcanIdobutwaverandwanderandliveatransientlife?WhathaveIbeendoingduringthe8,000fleetingdaysexceptwaveringandwandering?Thebygonedays,likewispsofsmoke,havebeendispersedbygentlewinds,and,likethinmists,havebeenevaporatedbytherisingsun.WhattraceshaveIleftbehind?No,nothing,notevengossamer-liketraces.Ihavecometothisworldstarknaked,andinthetwinklingofaneye,Iamtogotobackasstarknakedasever.However,Iamtakingitverymuchtoheart:whyshouldIbemadetopassthroughthisworldfornothingatall? Oyouthewise,wouldyoutellmeplease:whyshouldourdaysgobynevertoreturn? DaysGoneBy(translatedbyZhangMengjing)张梦井 Whentheswallowshavegone,thereisstilltimetoreturn;whenthepoplarandwillowtreeshavebecomewithered,thereisstilltimetoseegreen;whenthepeachflowershavealreadyfaded,thereisstilltimetoblossom.Butpleasetellme,thegenius,whythenhavemydaysgoneandneverreturned?Ifsomepeoplehavestolenthem,thenwhoarethey?Andwherearetheyhidden?Iftheyhaveescapedbythemselves,thenwherearetheynow? Idon'tknowhowmanydaysIhavebeengiven,buttheinmyhandsarebecomingnumbered.Countingsilently,eightthousanddayshaveslippedby.Justlikewaterdropsapinpointdrippingslowlyintothevastocean,mydaysbeendrippingintotheriveroftime,quietlyandinvisibly.Ican’thelpdrippingwithsweatandweepingmanytears. Althoughthegoingshavegoneandthecomingsareconstantlycoming,howhurriedisthetimebetween?WhenIgetupinthemorning,Iseetwoorthreeribbonsoflightstreamingintomyroom.Thesunalsohasfeet;itmovesawayontiptoeandIfollowitaimlessly.WhenIwashmyhands,mydayswashoffintomybasin;whenIameating,thedaysvanishfrommybowl;andwhenIamsittingsilently,mydayspassbymygazingeyes.WhenIfeelthemgoawaysohurriedly,Ireachoutmyhandsonlytoholdthembackbeforetheyarebeyondmygrasp.Whenitisdark,Ilieuponmybedandwatchdayscleverlyjumpovermybodyorflyawayfrommyfeet.WhenIopenmyeyestomeetthesunagain,anotherdayhasgoneby.Icovermyfaceandsigh,butthesparkofanewdaybeginstoflashawayinmybreath. Intheseswiftlyescapingdays,whatcanIdointhisworldamongstthousandsofhouseholds?Icandonothingbuthesitateandhurry.Intheseovereightthousandhurrieddays,whathasbeenlefttomebesideshesitation?Thepastdayslikelightsmokeareblownawaywiththebreezeorlikeathinlayerofmistevaporatewiththemorningsun.AndwhatmarkhaveIleftintheworld?WhenhaveIeverleftamarkastinyasahairspring?Icametothisworldnaked,soonI’llleaveherenakedtoo.But,it'sunfairtome...whydidIcometothisworldfornothing? You,thegenius,pleasetellmewhyourdayshavegonebyandhaveneverreturned?