爱的更多的那人

 

文/奥登

 

仰望着群星，我很清楚，

即便我下了地狱，它们也不会在乎，

但在这尘世，人或兽类的无情

我们最不必去担心。

当星辰以一种我们无以回报的

激情燃烧着，我们怎能心安理得？

倘若爱不可能有对等，

愿我是爱得更多的那人。

自认的仰慕者如我这般，

星星们都不会瞧上一眼，

此刻看着它们，我不能

说自己整天思念着一个人。

倘若星辰都已殒灭或消失无踪，

我会学着观看一个空无的天穹

并感受它全然暗黑的庄严，

尽管这会花去我些许的时间。

 

1957年

 

马鸣谦 蔡海燕 译

The More Loving One



Looking up at the stars, I know quite well

That, for all they care, I can go to hell,

But on earth indifference is the least

We have to dread from man or beast.

How should we like it were stars to burn

With a passion for us we could not return?

If equal affection cannot be,

Let the more loving one be me.

Admirer as I think I am

Of stars that do not give a damn,

I cannot, now I see them, say

I missed one terribly all day.

Were all stars to disappear or die,

I should learn to look at an empty sky

And feel its total dark sublime,

Though this might take me a little time