戴望舒《雨巷》英譯賞析

　　英文譯本一

　　A Lane in the Rain

　　Dai Wangshu

　　楊憲益、戴乃迭 譯

　　Alone holding an oil-paper umbrella,

　　I wander along a long

　　Solitary lane in the rain,

　　Hoping to encounter

　　A girl like a bouquet of lilacs

　　Gnawed by anxiety and resentment.

　　A girl

　　The colour of lilacs,

　　The fragrance of lilacs,

　　With the worries of lilacs,

　　Feeling melancholy in the rain,

　　Plaintive and hesitating.

　　She wanders along the solitary lane in the rain,

　　Holding an oil-paper umbrella

　　Just as I do,

　　Just like me,

　　Walking slowly in silence,

　　Aloof, sad and melancholy.

　　Silently she comes closer,

　　Closer, giving me

　　A glance like a sigh;

　　Then she floats past

　　Like a dream,

　　Dreary and blank like a dream.

　　Like a lilac

　　Floating past in a dream,

　　the girl floats past me;

　　Silently she goes further and further,

　　To the crumbling wall,

　　Out of the lane in the rain.

　　In the mournful melody of the rain,

　　Her colour has faded,

　　Her fragrance has disappeared,

　　Vanished into the void;

　　Even her glance like a sigh,

　　Melancholy like lilacs.

　　Alone, holding an oil-paper umbrella,

　　I wander along a long

　　Solitary lane in the rain,

　　Hoping to pass

　　A girl like a bouquet of lilacs

　　Gnawed by anxiety and resentment.

　　

　　英文譯本二

　　The Alley in the Rain

　　Dai Wangshu

　　唐正秋 譯

　　Holding an umbrella, I’m alone

　　Wandering about the long, long,

　　Lonely alley in the rain,

　　Hoping to encounter

　　A girl who bears her melancholy

　　Like a lilac flower.

　　She has

　　The color of a lilac,

　　The fragrance of a lilac,

　　And the melancholy of a lilac.

　　She looks sorrowful in the rain,

　　Sorrowful and depressed.

　　She paces the lonely alley,

　　Holding an umbrella,

　　Like me,

　　Just like me –

　　Walking quietly and slowly

　　In coldness, solitude and melancholy.

　　Quietly she comes close,

　　Close to me and casts

　　A glance, like a sigh.

　　She drifts away

　　Like a dream–

　　So dreary and deep.

　　Like a lilac flower drifting by

　　In a dream,

　　The girl passes by me;

　　Quietly she is walking away and away,

　　To a broken hedge,

　　To the end of the alley in the rain.

　　In the plaintive tune of the rain

　　Her color fades,

　　Her fragrance disappears,

　　So do her sighing glance

　　And lilac-like melancholy.

　　Holding an umbrella, I’m alone

　　Wandering about the long, long,

　　Lonely alley in the rain,

　　Hoping to see passing by

　　A girl who bears her melancholy

　　Like a lilac flower.

　　

　　英文譯本三

　　Rainy Alley

　　Dai Wangshu

　　丁祖馨 譯

　　Holding a light umbrella

　　I walk back and forth alone

　　In a silent, rainy alley,

　　A long, an endlessly long alley,

　　Hoping to meet

　　A girl as sweet, as blue

　　As the lilac bud that knits her brows.

　　As graceful as lilac,

　　As fragrant as lilac,

　　As sad as lilac:

　　Back and forth she walks,

　　Worried in the rain,

　　Sad in the rain.

　　Holding a light umbrella

　　Back and forth she walks, and walks,

　　In this silent, rainy alley,

　　As I pace and plod,

　　Silent, alone,

　　Wearing my solitude, my sadness and pain.

　　Quietly she walks close by me,

　　Then closer, then closer,

　　Casting a glance

　　As if of a sign,

　　She floats on by me

　　Plaintive as a dream,

　　A hazy dream,

　　A sad dream.

　　As if what flies by me

　　Is a branch of lilac in a dream,

　　The girl flits by me

　　In silence, in a distance

　　More distant, more distant,

　　Floats to a ruined wattled wall

　　At the end of this rainy alley.

　　And her roselike color fades,

　　Her sweet, sweet fragrance fades,

　　To the sad tune of the rain.

　　Her glance disappears, her sign disappears,

　　Her lilac-like sadness.

　　Holding a light umbrella

　　I walk back and forth alone

　　In a silent, rainy alley,

　　A long, an endlessly long alley,

　　Hoping to meet

　　A girl as sweet, as blue

　　As the lilac bud that knits her brows.

　　

　　英文譯本四

　　Rain Lane

　　Dai Wangshu

　　朱曼華 譯

　　My umbrella being unfolded on,

　　Along the lane, narrow but long,

　　Alone I was wandering down.

　　I longed to meet

　　A bitter lilac-like girl,

　　She’s in resentful sorrow.

　　She was such a girl:

　　In lilac-like color,

　　With lilac-like smell,

　　She behaves in the lilac-like gloomy style.

　　She was sad in raining,

　　Walking back and forth, walking...

　　Walking down the lonely lane.

　　She upheld the umbrella-shaft

　　As I did,

　　As I did along the narrow lane.

　　To be silent,

　　Lonely, melancholy, indifferent.

　　In silence she was approaching,

　　On and on, approaching,

　　Glancing and glancing.

　　She’s passing by my side gently.

　　I could see her as if dreaming of fancy.

　　Leaving me coldly, she looks vast and hazy.

　　Like a lilac floating lightly,

　　Into my dream is the lady.

　　Gently passing by me,

　　Far, far away, she was vanishing silently,

　　To the end of the narrow way,

　　In which a ruined fence lay.

　　Her sad rainy song,

　　Or her pale face with her feeling down,

　　Her fragrance was not strong.

　　Even her sighing eyesight

　　Not so bright, but disconsolate.

　　Unfolding my umbrella, alone

　　The lonesome rain-lane long, long,

　　I wandered on, feeling down.

　　I longed to see a lilac girl,

　　Gently on her go,

　　She’s in resentful sorrow.