包慧怡：西方文学中的“玫瑰”意象，是诗人们长久的秘密(10)

为那玫瑰呼吸的充盈留一点空间！
否则我就不再能听到寻常事物的渴望：
虚弱的蠕虫藏身于小巧的洞穴，
飞奔的田鼠在草丛中同我擦身，
还有沉重的人世希冀，苦苦劳作，消逝；
但是，请只追求聆听那些奇诡之事，
由神向早已长眠的明亮心灵诉说！
学会用一种人类不懂的语言歌咏
走近来；在退场的钟点来临前，我会
吟唱老爱尔兰，还有古老的传说：
红玫瑰，骄傲的玫瑰，我一切时日的悲伤玫瑰！
（包慧怡 译）
To the Rose upon the Rood of Time
W. B. Yeats
Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days!
Come near me, while I sing the ancient ways:
Cuchulain battling with the bitter tide;
The Druid, grey, wood-nurtured, quiet eyed,
Who cast round Fergus dreams, and ruin untold;
And thine own sadness, whereof stars, grown old
In dancing silver-sandalled on the sea,
Sing in their high and lonely melody.
Come near, that no more blinded by man’s fate,
I .nd under the boughs of love and hate,
In all poor foolish things that live a day,
Eternal beauty wandering on her way.
Come near, come near, come near—Ah, leave me still
A little space for the rose-breath to .ll!
Lest I no more hear common things that crave;