四月

里尔克 (奥地利）（英译莱蒙特）

树林再一次散发出四月的芬芳 

百灵鸟腾空而起 双翅挑起

灰白的天幕 那曾经

悬挂于干秃枝桠之上的 隐秘又黯淡的 

空旷日子

午后春雨漫长 终于到了那个时辰

阳光金色的光柱 穿越亮闪闪的

雨帘 投射于窗口之上

雨滴敲击窗棂 如同胆怯的翅膀

然后一切归于平静 

雨声消减 轻柔如摇篮曲 石头渐入梦乡

那蜷缩于枝干之上 深埋于

明亮蓓蕾之中的 是沉寂的 蓄势待发的力量

～～～～～～～～～

IN APRIL

Again the woods are odorous, the lark

Lifts on upsoaring wings the heaven gray

That hung above the tree-tops, veiled and dark,

Where branches bare disclosed the empty day.

After long rainy afternoons an hour

Comes with its shafts of golden light and flings

Them at the windows in a radiant shower,

And rain drops beat the panes like timorous wings.

Then all is still. The stones are crooned to sleep

By the soft sound of rain that slowly dies;

And cradled in the branches, hidden deep

In each bright bud, a slumbering silence lies.

（Poems  (1918)  by Rainer Maria Rilke, translated by Jessie Lemont）