奥登【逃亡蓝调】转自豆友WZM
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查良铮 译
据说这个城市有一千万人口，
有的住在大厦，有的住在鄙陋的小楼；
可是我们没有一席之地，亲爱的，我们没有一席之地。
我们曾有过一个祖国，我们觉得它相当好，
打开地图你就会把它找到；
现在我们可无法去，亲爱的，现在我们可无法去。
在乡村教堂的墓地有一棵老水松，
每一年春天它都开得茂盛：
旧护照可办不到，亲爱的，旧护照可办不到。
领事官拍了一下桌子说道，
“如果你得不到护照，对官方说你就是死了；”
但是我们还活着，亲爱的，但是我们还活着。
去到一个委员会，他们要我坐下；
有礼貌地告诉我明年再来找它；
但我们今天到哪儿去，亲爱的，但我们今天到哪儿去？
参加一个集会；演说人站起来说道：
“要是收容他们，他们将偷去我们的面包；”
他指的是你和我呀，亲爱的，他指的是你和我。
我想我听到了天空中一片雷响，
那是希特勒驰过欧洲，说：“他们必须死亡；”
噢，我们是在他心上，亲爱的，我们是在他心上。
看到一只狮子狗裹着短袄，别着别针，
看到门儿打开，让一只猫走进门；
但他们不是德国犹太人，亲爱的，但他们不是德国犹太人。
走到码头边，站在那里面对着水流，
看见鱼儿游泳，仿佛牠们很自由；
只不过十呎相隔，亲爱的，只不过十尺相隔。
走过一座树林，看见小鸟在树上，
牠们没有政客，自在逍遥地歌唱；
牠们并不是人类，亲爱的，它们并不是人类。
在梦中我看见一座千层高的楼
它有一千个窗户和一千个门口；
却没有一个是我们的，亲爱的，却没有一个是我们的。
站在一个大平原上，雪花在纷飞，
一万个士兵操练着，走去又走回；
他们在寻找你和我，亲爱的，他们在寻找你和我。
查良铮题注：这首诗是写从希特勒纳粹德国逃出的难民的遭遇。
Refugee Blues
by W H Auden
Say this city has ten million souls,
Some are living in mansions, some are living in holes:
Yet there's no place for us, my dear, yet there's no place for us.
Once we had a country and we thought it fair,
Look in the atlas and you'll find it there:
We cannot go there now, my dear, we cannot go there now.
In the village churchyard there grows an old yew,
Every spring it blossoms anew;
Old passports can't do that, my dear, old passports can't do that.
The consul banged the table and said:
'If you've got no passport, you're officially dead';
But we are still alive, my dear, but we are still alive.
Went to a committee; they offered me a chair;
Asked me politely to return next year:
But where shall we go today, my dear, but where shall we go today?
Came to a public meeting; the speaker got up and said:
'If we let them in, they will steal our daily bread';
He was talking of you and me, my dear, he was talking of you and me.
Thought I heard the thunder rumbling in the sky;
It was Hitler over Europe, saying: 'They must die';
We were in his mind, my dear, we were in his mind.
Saw a poodle in a jacket fastened with a pin,
Saw a door opened and a cat let in:
But they weren't German Jews, my dear, but they weren't German Jews.
Went down the harbour and stood upon the quay,
Saw the fish swimming as if they were free:
Only ten feet away, my dear, only ten feet away.
Walked through a wood, saw the birds in the trees;
They had no politicians and sang at their ease:
They weren't the human race, my dear, they weren't the human race.
Dreamed I saw a building with a thousand floors,
A thousand windows and a thousand doors;
Not one of them was ours, my dear, not one of them was ours.
Stood on a great plain in the falling snow;
Ten thousand soldiers marched to and fro:
Looking for you and me, my dear, looking for you and me.
