看過幾米的作品《向左走·向右走》及同名電影的讀者,一定不會(huì)對(duì)詩歌其第一節(jié)內(nèi)容感到陌生。沒錯(cuò),就是這首被幾米引用后讓更多人知道了,也成了許多人心頭所愛的詩歌,Wislawa Szymborska的經(jīng)典之作——《一見鐘情》。詩歌原為波蘭文,本文刊登的是波蘭詩人Stanislaw Baranczak和波蘭語專家Clare Cavanagh合作而成的英譯本。Wislawa Szymborska(1923— ),波蘭當(dāng)今最受歡迎的女詩人,1996年諾貝爾文學(xué)獎(jiǎng)得主,著有《存活的理由》、《自問集》、《橋上的人們》等詩集。她擅長(zhǎng)從日常生活瑣事中挖掘出深刻的思想,用幽默的方式道出嚴(yán)肅的真理。
緣分是妙不可言的，是可遇不可求的，你等到那杯茶了嗎?
They’re both convinced
that a sudden passion joined them.
Such certainty is beautiful,
but uncertainty is more beautiful still.
他們彼此都深信
是瞬間迸發(fā)的激情使他們相遇。
這種確定是美麗的,
然而變幻無常卻更為美麗。
Since they’d never met before, they’re sure
that there’d been nothing between them.
But what’s the word from the streets, staircases, hallways—
perhaps they’ve passed by each other a million times?
因?yàn)樗麄兿惹八匚粗\面,他們確信
他們之間毫無關(guān)聯(lián)。
然而從那街上、樓梯間、過道上傳來的細(xì)語來判斷—— 向左走向右走
或許他們?cè)鵁o數(shù)次擦肩而過?
I want to ask them
if they don’t remember—
a moment face to face
in some revolving door?
perhaps a “sorry” muttered in a crowd?
a curt “wrong number” caught in the receiver?—
but I know the answer.
No, they don’t remember.
我想問他們
難道不記得兩人——
曾在某扇旋轉(zhuǎn)門中,
面對(duì)面相視的那一瞬間?
也許曾在人群中和對(duì)方咕噥了一句“對(duì)不起”?
曾拿起話筒和對(duì)方短促地說了句“打錯(cuò)了”?——
但我知道答案。
是的,他們不記得。
They’d be amazed to hear
that Chance has been toying with them
now for years.
他們定會(huì)感到詫異,
得知緣分原來已戲弄他們
多年。
Not quite ready yet
to become their Destiny,
it pushed them close, drove them apart,
it barred their path, 向左走向右走
stifling a laugh,
and then leaped aside.
時(shí)機(jī)尚未成熟
宿命尚未來臨,
命運(yùn)一會(huì)兒把他們拉近,一會(huì)兒把他們分開,
阻擋他們的去路,
按捺著笑聲,
然后跳到一旁。
There were signs and signals,
even if they couldn’t read them yet.
Perhaps three years ago
or just last Tuesday
a certain leaf fluttered
from one shoulder to another?
Something was dropped and then picked up.
Who knows, maybe the ball that vanished
into childhood’s thicket?
曾經(jīng)有過征兆和暗示,
縱使他們還無法讀懂。
也許在三年前,
或者就是上個(gè)星期二,
某片樹葉從他們一個(gè)人的肩上
飄舞到另一個(gè)人的肩上?
某個(gè)東西掉下來又被拾起。
天曉得,也許是那只消失在
童年那灌木叢里的球?
There were doorknobs and doorbells
where one touch had covered another
beforehand.
Suitcases checked and standing side by side.
One night, perhaps, the same dream,
grown hazy by morning.
他們?cè)群笥|摸過
一些門把手和門鈴,
后來的手印覆蓋了先前的手印。
行李箱寄存后被放在一起。
在某個(gè)夜里,也許,兩人做著相同的夢(mèng),
早上,夢(mèng)又變模糊了。
Every beginning
is only a sequel, after all,
and the book of events
is always open halfway through.
每個(gè)開始
終究不過是一個(gè)續(xù)篇,
而充滿情節(jié)的那本書
總是被人從中間看起。
