[原创]武王歌之二（译作）

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原作：Esais Tegnér
英译：J.E.D.Bethune & C.H. Wallace
King Charles, the conquering boy,
Stood up in dust and smoke;
He shook his sword for joy,
and through the battle broke.
How Swedish iron bites,
We will make trial new;
Stand back, you Muscovites;
Forward! My lads in blue!
查理王，少清狂，
起立烽烟临战场。
泰阿漫舞向天笑，
碛沙披马旗飞扬。
枪刺寒锋新铸铁，
关山连海从头越。
俄军震栗不敢前，
勇士蓝衣阵如雪。
Not ten to one appal
The angry Vasa';s son;
Those fled, who did not fall:
So was his course begun,
Three Kings he drove asunder,
Who leagued against him stood;
And Europe saw with wonder
A beardless Thundergod.
以一当十虎剑光，
瓦萨骄儿气凌苍。
纷纷虏骑奔还坠，
午课才开暮受降。
三王俯首全欧动，
雷神颜色比何郎。
Old grey-haired schemers muttered
Their plots with wily care
The brave young hero uttered
One word, and burst their snare.
High-bosomed, goldhaired, slender,
A new Aurora came:
From his throne';s young defender,
The temptress turned in shame.
重髥构网结私晤，
雏凤清啼破冥雾。
莲花翠袖弄歌弦，
曲尽周郎终不顾。
So great a heart was heaving
In his true Swedish breast,
In gladness, as in grieving,
Justice he loved the best.
Though fortune smiled or lowered,
He dauntless kept the field:
He could but be o';erpowered,
He knew not how to yield.
皎月霜明枫叶丹，
冰心长对玉壶寒。
运时翻覆凭天意，
百战何求匹马还。
The stars have long been glowing
On his sepulchral stones;
A century';s moss is growing
Above the hero';s bones.
All glory that is mortal
Is fated so to fade.
His name in Northern story
Will soon be just a shade.
星垂露野照孤坟，
岁久苔滋英骨沉。
老柏成薪湘竹死，
功名烟絮几留痕？
Yet -- to the tale may hearken
This ancient saga-land,
And dwarfish talk fall silent
When giants rise to stand.
Still in the Northern forest
The lofty spirit stirs,
Not dead, but sleeping merely:
His sleep, one hundred years.
愿拟行歌闻旧国，
巨灵拔起庸儒没。
人言直北墨林深，
时有战魂独灼烁。
青凤不亡唯睡迟，
百年一梦秋河落。
Kneel, Sweden, where reposes
Thy greatest, noblest Son;
The crumbling stone discloses
The honour thou hast won.
There bards, to read his story,
Come reverently bare;
And Sweden';s flag of glory
Is dedicated there.
长拜松陵卧鬼雄，
残碑铭字想韶容。
诗人仰止闻天语，
云锦织旗猎劲风。