[中国]罗启晁 诗八首【中英对照，石永浩 译】
[中国]罗启晁
古罗马角斗场（外七首）
这里只有罗马柱、雕塑、残垣断壁
空空的角斗场，有人说
那些贵族、贵妇人、角斗士和喧天的喊叫声
都被风给吹走了
被时间给埋葬了
我拷问风
风说，我手无缚鸡之力哪有这么大的力量
我拷问时间
时间说，我曾经是想把杀戮埋葬
可杀戮反过来把我弄得遍体鳞伤
我环视了一遍角斗场发现
那一块块沉默的石头暴露的青筋
是那些厮杀的角斗士喷血的嘶喊
那些落寞的雕塑
是那些贵族和贵妇人
倚靠在老旧的光阴里怀念往日的辉煌和荣光
茂盛的巨大的寂寞
在角斗场令人心慌的苍茫的空无里摇曳
发出骨头敲击骨头的声响
[China]Luo Qichao
An Ancient Roman Arena (and other seven poems)
There are but Roman columns, statues and broken walls left
On the vacant arena. Some say
Those nobles, ladies, gladiators and thunderous roars
Have been blown away by the wind
And then buried in time
I interrogate the wind
“How could the frail me possess such power?” It asks me in reply
I interrogate time
“I had tried to bury slaughter
But I ended up wounded all over by it.” Such is its response
Looking around the arena, I find
The veils standing out on the silent rocks
Are the howls of the gladiators in bloody fights
Those now lonesome statues
Are the nobles and ladies
Missing the bygone glories while reclining on the ancient times
The lush and huge loneliness
Is swaying in the flustering vast void
Producing sounds of bones striking bones
门缝
一丝风挤进来
一束光挤进来
一粒鸟鸣挤进来
一片绿色挤进来
一线天空挤进来
大家都来陪被隔离起来的那个人
他不再孤单寂寞了
盘踞在他内心里的黑暗和恐惧
识趣地走了
他重新拥有了快乐、希望以及
整个世界
The Slight Opening in the Door
A breath of wind squeezes in
A beam of light squeezes in
A chirp of the bird squeezes in
A patch of green squeezes in
A glimmer of skies squeezes in
All come to keep company the man quarantined
He is no longer lonely
The darkness and horror haunting his heart
Goes away sensibly
He regains happiness, hope
And the whole world
空空荡荡
秋分过后
稻谷 一天天饱满 金黄
稻田里的父亲像稻谷一样
弯下腰 用他粗糙的手掌
抚摸他的另一群孩子
夕光中 父亲陶醉的脸庞
洋溢着丰收的金色的芳香
又到秋分了
田野里依旧是丰收的景象
我努力在记忆的井里打捞
父亲快乐的模样
日渐模糊的记忆
像被收割后的田野
空空 荡荡
Forlorn and Empty
After the autumn equinox
Rice in the paddies gets fuller and golden day by day
My father in the paddies are just like the rice
Bending his back, with his coarse hands
He caresses another group of his “children”
In the sunset glow, his intoxicated face
Is beaming with golden fragrance of bumper harvest
The autumn equinox again
Still the scene of bumper harvest in the fields
I try to retrieve in the well of memories
The happy image of my father
The blurring memories
Are like the fields where the crops have been reaped
So forlorn, so empty
草一样的父亲
那时候，草一样的父亲
很大一部分时间用于除草
田里，地里
用犁，用锄，用手
有时候也用脚
草像一个执拗任性的孩子
总是除了又长，除了又长
如今，父亲用自己草一样的身子喂养了一坟草
萋萋的
对着那坟草，我经常
想哭
My Grass-like Father
Then, My father, like grass
Spent much time weeding
In the fields
With a plough, a hoe, or his hands
Sometimes even with his feet
The weeds, like a willful kid
Grow away, endlessly
Now, my father, with his grass-like body
Feeds the grass over the grave
Making it so lush
When facing the grass-covered grave
I am often close to tears
患哮喘的母亲
在最艰难的岁月里
坐月子的母亲只能用变了质的臭豆腐下饭
母亲因此患上了哮喘
剧烈咳嗽的母亲
把自己咳成风中摇摆的叶子
把日子咳成高低起伏的沙丘
如今，母亲这片叶子已经凋落四十三年了
但是，我依然经常听到母亲倚靠在我的光阴里
咳嗽
My Asthmatic Mother
In those hardest days
My mother had to do with spoiled preserved tofu during her lying-in
That explained why she developed asthma
My mother, violently coughing
Turns herself into a leaf fluttering in winds
And her days into sand dunes, high and low
Now, it has been forty-three years since the leaf of my mother fell
But I still often hear her, who leans on my times
Cough
黑暗让时间变成一只猫
黑暗蹑手蹑脚到来的时候
时间变成了一只猫
它不像日光拥挤时那样兴奋
那样东奔西跑
它变得安静温顺
走路也悄无声息
它更多的时候喜欢眯着眼睛
蜷缩在黑暗的怀抱里打盹
它偶尔发出星星一样的叫声
它时常从打盹中竖起耳朵
睁开那比黑暗更漆黑的眼睛
守护温润的宁静
Darkness Turns Time into a Cat
When darkness sneaks here
Time turns into a cat
That is not so excited as it is in the crowding sunlight
Nor does it runs to and fro
It becomes quiet and docile
Walking without a sound
More often, it likes to squint its eyes
Huddle up and doze in the embrace of darkness
Mewing sporadically like stars
It occasionally cocks its ears in dozing
And opens wide its eyes darker than the darkness
To guard the cozy tranquility
瓦尔登湖
天空蔚蓝
湖水清澈
天空掉进镜子里
镜子拥抱着天空
水面的风偶尔出来溜达
水里的鱼无忧无虑采食
轻摇的水草和伸进水里的果子
这一切的从容 充实 自由自在
缘于天空和瓦尔登湖豁达透澈的心胸
一个叫梭罗的老人在瓦尔登湖旁
用他比湖水更明晃晃的思想
映照人性
Walden
The sky is azure
And the lake lucid
The sky falls into the mirror
That embraces the sky
Breezes brushing the lake occasionally take a stroll
The fish are picking food at leisure, so carefree
Weeds and fruits gently sway in the water
All the grace, contentment and freedom
Owe to the broad and limpid mind of the sky and Walden
By the lake, an old man named Thoreau
With its thought more lucid than the lake water
Illuminates humanity
山顶空无一人
山顶空无一人
山顶只有一棵热情好客的苍松
偶尔来些雨或者流岚
太阳有时候也来坐坐
呆的最久的应该是冷
黑暗每天晚上都会来
有时候有星星或者月亮陪同
山下人都仰望山顶
他们明明知道山顶不胜寒冷
他们还是都拼命往山顶爬
他们想
只要爬到了山顶
别的人就都在自己的脚下
大家爬啊爬，他们
互相拉扯互相踢踩
山顶自然空无一人
但山顶有一只苍鹰
因为苍鹰有翅膀有御寒的羽毛
最重要的是苍鹰
独来独往
苍鹰也只是来歇歇脚
苍鹰的心中只有自由的天空
There Is No One Atop the Mountain
There is no one atop the mountain
Only a hospitable pine tree stand there
Sporadically visited by rains or winds
The sun sometimes drops in
It is coldness that stays with it the longest
Darkness comes every night
Sometimes accompanied by the stars or the moon
People all gaze up at the mountain top
Though knowing that coldness is unbearable there
They still try to climb up
In the belief that
As long as they make it there
All the others will be below their feet
So they climb on and on
Pulling, shoving and kicking each other
Naturally, there is no one atop the mountain
But there is an eagle atop the mountain
For it has wings and feathers for warmth
Most importantly
It comes and goes alone
It alights there just for a brief break
In its mind there is only the sky of freedom
(Tr. Shi Yonghao, 石永浩 译)
作者简介:
罗启晁，中国当代诗人。江西省泰和县人，中国诗歌学会会员、江西省作家协会会员，南方诗歌学会常务理事、国际汉语诗歌协会吉安分会副秘书长、吉安市诗歌委员会副会长、庐陵文学院副院长、吉水县诗词学会会长。曾在多种报刊、网络平台发表大量诗歌作品，并多次获奖，部分作品入选多种选本。出版诗集：《心音》《心韵》《一朵油菜花就是一颗小小的太阳》（中英对照）。
About the Author:
Luo Qichao, a contemporary Chinese poet, a native of Taihe County, Jiangxi province. He is a member of Chinese Poetry Society,Jiangxi Writers Association, Canadian Overseas Writers’ Association, and Permanent Member of Hong Kong Poets’ Union, standing director of the Southern Poetry Society, deputy secretary-general of Ji’an branch of International Chinese Poetry Association, vice chairman of Ji’an Poetry Association, vice president of Luling College of Arts, president of Jishui County Poetry Association. He has published a great number of works in a variety of newspapers and magazines, network platform and won awards many times. Some of his works have been selected in various anthologies. He has published poetry collections such as “Sounds of Heart”, “Heart Rhythm” and “A Rape Flower Is a Little Sun” (Chinese-English).
译者简介：
石永浩，翻译家、学者，山东财经大学外国语学院副教授，MTI专任老师。任《国际诗歌翻译》杂志客座总编、美国双语诗刊《诗殿堂》翻译部执行主编。在《国际诗歌翻译》《诗殿堂》《人民日报》、意大利文学杂志《POMEZIA-NOTIZIE》、黎巴嫩《prix littéraires naji naaman 2021》、阿联酋《World Poetry Tree》、北马其顿《СОВРЕМЕНИ ДИЈАЛОЗИ》等等海内外纸版刊物，以及中国诗歌网、中国诗歌学会网等电子平台发表数百篇翻译作品。已有译诗集《疯狂的房子》（以色列拉莉•齐皮•米凯利 著）、《一朵油菜花就是一颗小小的太阳》（中英对照，罗启晁 著）和合译诗集多部，分别在国内（包括香港）、美国和意大利出版。曾获第六届中国当代诗歌奖•翻译奖。
About the translator:
Shi Yonghao, a translator, scholar and associate professor of Shandong University of Finance and Economics, full-time teacher of the MTI program, guest-editor of Rendition of International Poetry, executive-editor of the translation department of Poetry Hall (an American bilingual poetry journal). He has published hundreds of poems on journals such as Rendition of International Poetry, Poetry Hall, People’s Daily, POMEZIA-NOTIZIE (an Italian literary journal), prix littéraires naji naaman 2021 (Lebanon), World Poetry Tree (UAE), СОВРЕМЕНИ ДИЈАЛОЗИ (North Macedonia), and some online platforms including Chinese Poetry, and Chinese Poetry Society. He has published a collection of translated poems The Mad House (by Lali Tzipi Michaeli, Israel), A Rape Flower Is a Little Sun (Chinese-English, by Luo Qichao), and co-translated several poetry collections, which have been published in China (including Hong Kong), America and Italy. In 2020 he was awarded “Best Translator” in the 6th Contemporary Chinese Poetry Award.