第23章 凤凰 The Phoenix Bird（2 / 2）

传说中它住在阿拉伯，每一百年，它就在自己的巢中自焚而死；但每次都会有一只新的凤凰，世界上唯一的一只，从红色的蛋中升起。

the fable tells that he dwellsArabia, and that every hundred years, he burns hiself to deathhis ; but each ti a new phoenix, the only ohe world, rises up fro the red egg.

这只鸟在我们周围飞舞，像光一样迅速，颜色美丽，歌声迷人。

the bird ftters round , swift as light, beauteolor, chargsong.

当一位母亲坐在她婴儿的摇篮边时，它站在枕头上，用它的翅膀在婴儿的头上形成一道光环。

when a other sits by her fant’s cradle, he stands on the pillow, and, with his gs, fors a glory around the fant’s head.

它飞过满足之室，给里面带来阳光，简陋桌子上的紫罗兰闻起来加倍香甜。

he flies through the chaber of tent, and brgs sunshio it, and the violets on the huble table sll doubly sweet.

但凤凰不只是阿拉伯的鸟。

but the phoenix is not the bird of Arabia alone.

它在拉普兰平原上的北极光微光中飞翔，在格陵兰短暂的夏天里在黄色的花朵间跳跃。

he gs his waythe glir of the Northern Lights over the ps of Lapnd, and hops aong the yellow flowersthe shreennd sur.

在法布伦的铜山和英国的煤矿下，它以一只满是灰尘的蛾子的形状，飞过放在虔诚矿工膝盖上的赞美诗集。

beh the pper ountas of Fabn, and Engnd’s es, he flies,the shape of a dty oth, over the hynbook that rests on the knees of the pio er.

它在一片荷叶上顺着恒河的圣水流下，当印度少女看到它时，她的眼睛闪闪发光。

on a lot leaf he floats down the sacred waters of the Ganges, and the eye of the hdoo aid gleas bright when she beholds hi.

凤凰鸟，你不认识它吗？

the phoenix bird, dost thou not know hi?

天堂之鸟，神圣的歌之天鹅！他坐在泰斯庇斯的马车上，扮作一只叽叽喳喳的乌鸦，拍打着沾满酒渣的黑色翅膀；天鹅的红色喙掠过冰岛悠扬的竖琴；他坐在莎士比亚的肩头，扮作奥丁的乌鸦，在诗人耳边低语 “不朽！”；在吟游诗人的盛宴上，他在瓦特堡的大厅里飞舞。

the bird of paradise, the holy swan of song! on the car of thespis he satthe guise of a chatterg raven, and fpped his bck gs, sared with the lees of e; over the soundg harp of Id swept the swan’s red beak; on Shakspeare’s shoulder he satthe guise of od’s raven, and whisperedthe poet’s ear “Iortality!” and at the strels’ feast he fttered through the halls of the wartburg.

凤凰鸟，你不认识他吗？

the phoenix bird, dost thou not know hi?

他为你唱《马赛曲》，你亲吻从他翅膀上落下的笔；他带着天堂的光辉而来，而你或许却转身离开他，朝向那只翅膀上装饰着金属片的麻雀。

he sang to thee the arseilise, and thou kissedst the pen that fell fro his g; he cathe radiance of paradise, and perce thou didst turn away fro hi towards the sparrow who sat with tsel on his gs.

天堂之鸟 —— 每世纪更新 —— 生于火焰，终于火焰！你的画像，装在金色的相框里，挂在富人的厅堂里，但你自己却常常孤独地、被人忽视地飞来飞去，一个神话 ——“阿拉伯的凤凰”。

the bird of paradise — renewed each tury — bornf, endgf! thy picture,a golden fra, hangsthe halls of the rich, but thou thyself often fliest around, lonely and disregarded, a yth— “the phoenix of Arabia.”

在天堂里，当你在第一朵玫瑰中诞生，在知识之树下，你得到了一个吻，你的真名被赋予了你 —— 你的名字，诗歌。

In paradise, when thou wert bornthe first rose, beh the tree of Knowledge, thou receivedst a kiss, and thy right na was given thee — thy na, poetry.