维吉尔：牧歌（中英对照）(2)

阅读我的诗篇，真的有人会为之倾倒，
这片片香桃和无边林野都将为你欢唱！
So—for enough and more will strive to tell,
Varus, thy deeds, and pile up grisly wars—
On pipe of straw will I my wood-notes sing:
I sing not all unbid. Yet oh! should one
Smit by great love, should one read this my lay—

没有诗歌能够赢得阿波罗的至高赞赏，
除非诗的首页写着瓦鲁斯，你的名号。
歌唱吧，仙女！——年轻的克罗米斯
和穆纳西勒发现酣睡洞中的西伦努斯：
他宿醉未醒，血脉偾张，一如往常；
头顶的花环滑落身边，笨重的酒杯
以被手指磨光的杯耳为钩挂在一旁。
因这老头常把他俩戏弄，答应唱歌，
却总不开口，他俩便悄悄向他靠近，
以花冠为镣铐，将他牢牢捆在地上。
Then with thee, Varus, shall our myrtle-groves,
And all these copses, ring. Right dearly loves
Phoebus the page that opens with thy name.
On, sisters!
—Chromis and Mnasylus saw
(Two lads) Silenus in a cave asleep:
As usual, swoln with yesterday’s debauch.
Just where it fell his garland lay hard by;