关于优美英文诗歌带翻译
关于优美英文诗歌带翻译
英语诗歌同建筑艺术一样,也需要追求外在的视觉艺术和造型艺术,讲究外部的象形、对称、参差和魅力,所以诗歌语言也具有建筑艺术美感。诗歌比其他任何文学样式更接近建筑艺术,更具有建筑美。学习啦小编整理了关于优美英文诗歌带翻译，欢迎阅读!
关于优美英文诗歌带翻译篇一
Ode To The Sea 至大海(中英对照)
---Pablo Neruda
Here surrounding the island there is sea
But what sea
lt's always overflowing
says " Yes," then“No," then "No"again.
And "No,"says"Yes" in blue,
in sea spray raging,
says "No" and "No" again.
It can't be still.
It stammers "my name is sea."
It slaps the rocks,
and when they aren't convinced
Strokes them and soaks them
and smolders them with kisses.
with seven green tongues of seven green dogs,
Or seven green tigers, or Seven green seas
Beating its chest, stammering its name.
Oh, sea, this is your name.
oh, comrade ocean, don't waste time
or water getting so upset.
Help us instead.
We're meager fishermen,
men from the shore.
We're hungry and cold
and you're our foe.
Don't beat so hard, don't shout so loud.
Open your green coffers.
Place gifts of silver in our hands.
Give us this day our daily fish.
至大海
一片汪洋环绕岛屿。
这是怎样的大海啊?
汹涌不休,
说“是”,接而“不”,一遍叉一遍 重复着“不”,它忧悒地说“是”, 却咆哮着
重复说“不”,
永无静止。
它吞吐道：“我的名字叫大海。” 岩石不相信,
于是海浪拍打着
撞击着,冲剃着。
叉以无数个亲吻去抚慰它们。
以从七只猛犬、七头白虎、七大汪洋 取来的七条利舌
拍打胸膛,吐出它的名字。
噢,大海,我们知道你的名字。
噢,大海同志,别虚度时日
也别空自悲伤。
帮帮我们吧
我们是贫困潦倒的渔民。
你岸上的子民
我们饥寒交迫。
而你是我们的对手。
别那么气势汹汹,别那么大声地咆哮。
打开你珍贵的宝箱吧,
将财富赐于我们
赐于我们今日的收获吧。
关于优美英文诗歌带翻译篇二
Death Be Not Proud 死神，你莫骄傲 by John Donne 约翰.多恩
Death be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for, thou art not so,
For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me;
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery.
Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
And poppy, or charms can make us sleep as well,
And better than thy stroak; why swell'st thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.
死神，你莫骄傲，尽管有人说你
如何强大，如何可怕，你并不是这样;
你以为你把谁谁谁****了，其实，
可怜的死神，他们没死;你现在也还杀不死我。
休息、睡眠，这些不过是你的写照，
既能给人享受，那你本人提供的一定更多;
我们最美好的人随你去得越早，
越能早日获得身体的休息，灵魂的解脱。
你是命运、机会、君主、亡命徒的奴隶，
你和毒药、战争、疾病同住在一起，
罂粟和咒符和你的打击相比，同样，
甚至更能催我入睡;那你何必趾高气扬呢?
睡了一小觉之后，我们便永远觉醒了，
再也不会有死亡，你死神也将死去。
关于优美英文诗歌带翻译篇三
Ode on a Grecian Urn 希腊古瓮颂
by John Keats 济慈
查良铮 译
Thou still unravished bride of quietness,
Thou foster child of silence and slow time,
Sylvan historian, who canst thus express
A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme:
What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape
Of deities or mortals, or of both,
In Tempe or the dales of Arcady?
What men or gods are these? What maidens loath?
What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape?
What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?
你委身“寂静”的、完美的处子，
受过了“沉默”和“悠久”的抚育，
呵，田园的史家，你竟能铺叙
一个如花的故事，比诗还瑰丽：
在你的形体上，岂非缭绕着
古老的传说，以绿叶为其边缘;
讲着人，或神，敦陂或阿卡狄?
呵，是怎样的人，或神!在舞乐前
多热烈的追求!少女怎样地逃躲!
怎样的风笛和鼓谣!怎样的狂喜!
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard
Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on;
Not to the sensual ear, but, more endeared,
Pipe to the spirit dities of no tone.
Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave
Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare;
Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss,
Though winning near the goal---yet, do not grieve;
She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss
Forever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
听见的乐声虽好，但若听不见
却更美;所以，吹吧，柔情的风笛;
不是奏给耳朵听，而是更甜，
它给灵魂奏出无声的乐曲;
树下的美少年呵，你无法中断
你的歌，那树木也落不了叶子;
卤莽的恋人，你永远、永远吻不上，
虽然够接近了--但不必心酸;
她不会老，虽然你不能如愿以偿，
你将永远爱下去，她也永远秀丽!
Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed
Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu;
And, happy melodist, unweari-ed,
Forever piping songs forever new;
More happy love! more happy, happy love!
Forever warm and still to be enjoyed,
Forever panting, and forever young;
All breathing human passion far above,
That leaves a heart high-sorrowful and cloyed,
A burning forehead, and a parching tongue.
呵，幸福的树木!你的枝叶
不会剥落，从不曾离开春天;
幸福的吹笛人也不会停歇，
他的歌曲永远是那么新鲜;
呵，更为幸福的、幸福的爱!
永远热烈，正等待情人宴飨，
永远热情地心跳，永远年轻;
幸福的是这一切超凡的情态：
它不会使心灵餍足和悲伤，
没有炽热的头脑，焦渴的嘴唇。
Who are these coming to the sacrifice?
To what green altar, O mysterious priest,
Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies,
And all her silken flanks with garlands dressed?
What little town by river or sea shore,
Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel,
Is emptied of this folk, this pious morn?
And, little town, thy streets for evermore
Will silent be; and not a soul to tell
Why thou art desolate, can e'er return.
这些人是谁呵，都去赶祭祀?
这作牺牲的小牛，对天鸣叫，
你要牵它到哪儿，神秘的祭司?
花环缀满着它光滑的身腰。
是从哪个傍河傍海的小镇，
或哪个静静的堡寨山村，
来了这些人，在这敬神的清早?
呵，小镇，你的街道永远恬静;
再也不可能回来一个灵魂
告诉人你何以是这么寂寥。
O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede
Of marble men and maidens overwrought,
With forest branches and the trodden weed;
Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought
As doth eternity. Cold Pastoral!
When old age shall this generation waste,
Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe
Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st,
"Beauty is truth, truth beauty"---that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
哦，希腊的形状!唯美的观照!
上面缀有石雕的男人和女人，
还有林木，和践踏过的青草;
沉默的形体呵，你象是“永恒”
使人超越思想：呵，冰冷的牧歌!
等暮年使这一世代都凋落，
只有你如旧;在另外的一些
忧伤中，你会抚慰后人说：
“美即是真，真即是美，”这就包括
你们所知道、和该知道的一切。
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