蒋志武诗三首英译/殷晓媛译

[yinxiaoyuan]

Three Poems by Zhiwu Jiang
Translated by Xiaoyuan Yin


Butterfly-shaped Brooch

It is such a moment, when the heat of this city shoves the clouds
Further away into the distance
While the magnifier of faith, in a face-off with it, stands on the frozen North Pole
Upon the cold wings and dried body of this little butterfly
Spreads the sheen of a more vivid romance

During the transient days and nights, the butterfly has been damaged
Magnetic force still lingering on wings
The puffing pollen, and the whistling wind
Will ring through my devout ears and my body as well
In the center of blooming darkness, in a state of equilibrium

I can not peel open the dying-down flames
Fearing that it would cast a shadow upon the words I write
I should not lay dynamite beneath the vanity of a city
Or summon a rain
How fragile are the fictional shadows
We are easily unwrapped, and will easily wither away

This little butterfly-shaped brooch
Is the last masterpiece by wrecked seasons and broken-winged butterflies
Survivors will attend banquets with it
And speak words of wonder



附原文：
蝴蝶胸针

此时,城市的温度
将云朵逼向更远的地方
而信仰的放大镜对立在极寒的北
蝴蝶已死，冰冷的薄翼
和风干的身体闪着更真实的情事

短暂的昼夜，蝴蝶损毁
蹁跹的翅膀留下永恒的磁性
花粉的喘息，风儿的呼啸
我将在黑夜的绽放之中聆听
并均衡地经过我的身体

我无法剥蚀这即将熄灭的火焰
那将带来文字的隐幽
我更无法在空虚的城市里埋下炸药
或者预设一场雨的来临
虚构的影子是那么脆弱
我们轻易打开，我们也将轻易消亡

这枚小小的蝴蝶胸针
是残损的季节和断翼的蝴蝶最后的杰作
活着的人将佩戴出席盛宴
并讲出难以置信的语言


A Crepuscular Rendezvous

Out there lies the wilderness that belonged to us once
Where three maidens found love of their hearts
It is the place, where my sheep has lost one of its eyes
Always, a lunatic beds down and stays overnight
Scaring the passers-by
Finally one day he was set fire to, from in the back

We meet here, with the same nationality
And in the same stream of time
The resilience of the twilight is wearing out
and features of the wilderness have changed
Against the backdrop of twilight, no sympathized sorrow or morning alarms
should be remembered
The only thing we need to do is to swallow the wisps of smoke
That rose from my mom’s stove
And the rays of light from the shrine
The shivering air of the dusk, is a mixture of floating kisses and fleeting time
Converging at a crepuscular rendezvous


附原文:
相遇在黄昏

那里曾是我们的旷野
有三个少女曾经在那里找到爱情
我失去过一只羊的眼睛
一个精神病者常睡在那里
吓唬过路人
直到有人在他背后放火

我们在同样的国籍中相遇
我们在同样的时间里相遇
黄昏，已经失去耐性
旷野，也不是之前的旷野

相遇在黄昏，我们不要追忆
相似的痛苦和闹钟的警音
我们只需要喝下黄昏时刻里
母亲灶台上方飘散的炊烟
和祭台上面的灯火
那时黄昏的颤动，就是我们相遇后
在空中飘浮的吻和滴答滴答的时分


This Repeats Every single Night

Every single night, fatigued doors and windows stand
Under the weight of coldness of cities
They curtain me off from others, from the cluttered-up streets
The clothing of the night is both brilliant and concrete
While the flesh delicate and relaxed

The mid-night party is held on the eighth floor
With petals of withered skin dancing in the wine
In the night, my hard-working parents embrace each other again
After all these long years of love and devotion

I don’t mind what sign the darkness would give me
Beneath the black velvet of this city, I just stick to my own dreams
On the vast earth, and among its mortal beings
The neon lights are left shining alone upon the building
Every night, the tramps moving along the streets
Are embossed out of the city night, as its finishing touch

The iron has bestowed its strength upon me, for climbing forward persistently
In the darkness, the shimmering doors awake in silence
Will collapses into my corner of deep blue
Inside my soul, this bitter winter rings like a song
Gently through the night

Underneath the curtain of the night, people in costumes were taking a bow
Outside there lays the wet, gloomy graveyard
Where the pale-blue wildfires dance
On every single night, my flames were lit up
And smothered secretly again


附原文:
每一个夜晚

每个夜晚，门窗是最疲倦的东西
它扛着城市的冷漠
将我与他人分离，凌乱的街道
夜晚的衣服鲜艳而又具体
肉体精致而又松弛

深夜的派对在八楼进行
冰凉的酒杯里盛满黑色的肌肤
夜晚，我辛苦的父母在拥抱
他们相爱几十年，至始至终

不惧怕黑夜给我何种展示
在城市的黑色里，我有自己的理想
大地辽阔，芸芸众生
霓虹灯在阁楼孤零零地闪耀
每一个夜晚，街道乞讨的人
是城市的浮雕，是浮雕上的一只眼

固执地蠕动，钢铁给我力量
夜晚，闪光的门在寂静中生活
会在陷落中抵达我的深蓝色角落
在我的灵魂里，这样的寒冬会像一首歌
在夜晚轻轻唱过

夜晚，有华丽的人在舞台谢幕
有凄凉，阴暗的墓地
闪出微蓝的磷火
每一个夜晚，我的烟火被人点燃
又被人悄悄熄灭




A Brief Introduction to the Poet:
Zhiwu Jiang is a college-degree-holder. He is a member of Writers’ Association of Shenzhen, and a member of Writers’ Association of Hunan Province as well. As one of the competitive poets from Hunan Province, he also holds the office of Vice President of Ping Shan District, Shenzhen.
His poems have been published in hundreds of literature magazines in China (including the state-level magazine ‘Poetry’), and were selected in a number of important poetry anthologies. He is a winner of several poetry prizes, and has published a collection of poems Flames Dancing over the Soil.
Jiang’s blog ：http://blog.sina.com.cn/u/1302992901 Mobile：13691936348

[nightingale2]

好诗！好长啊，慢慢的看。
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While the magnifier of faith, in a face-off with it, stands on the frozen North Pole
而信仰的放大镜对立在极寒的北
--是不是这么翻译，偶不太肯定，这样的当代诗有点朦胧，所以朋友是不是从你个人理解的角度这么翻译了呢？不能说错，只能说每个人的理解不同，所以翻译这样的当代诗就会有很大的可斟酌的余地，翻译，往往是翻译者的解释和理解而已，偶觉得这是翻译诗歌最头痛的事情，哦，朦胧诗！
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Upon the cold wings and dried body of this little butterfly
Spreads the sheen of a more vivid romance
蝴蝶已死，冰冷的薄翼
和风干的身体闪着更真实的情事
--蝴蝶已死，这个好像没有翻译啊 。body--身体。corpse--尸体。我觉得若那句不翻译，则用corpse更恰当了哦。
其他偶慢慢领略风光。 问好朋友。