thenightngaleandtherose夜莺与玫瑰原文及译文

OscarWilde"ShesaidthatshewoulddancewithmeifIbroughtherredroses,"criedtheyoungStudent;"butinallmygardenthereisnoredrose."Fromhernestintheholm-oaktreetheNightingaleheardhim,andshelookedoutthroughtheleaves,andwondered."Noredroseinallmygarden!"hecried,andhisbeautifuleyesfilledwithtears."Ah,onwhatlittlethingsdoeshappinessdepend!Ihavereadallthatthewisemenhavewritten,andallthesecretsofphilosophyaremine,yetforwantofaredroseismylifemadewretched.""Hereatlastisatruelover,"saidtheNightingale."NightafternighthaveIsungofhim,thoughIknewhimnot:nightafternighthaveItoldhisstorytothestars,andnowIseehim.Hishairisdarkasthehyacinth-blossom,andhislipsareredastheroseofhisdesire;but passionhasmadehisfacelikepaleivory,andsorrowhassethersealuponhisbrow.""ThePrincegivesaballtomorrownight,"murmuredtheyoungStudent,"andmylovewillbeofthecompany.IfIbringheraredroseshewilldancewithmetilldawn.IfIbringheraredrose,Ishallholdherinmyarms,andshewillleanherheaduponmyshoulder,andherhandwillbe claspedinmine.Butthereisnoredroseinmygarden,soIshallsitlonely,andshewillpassmeby.Shewillhavenoheedofme,andmyheartwillbreak.""Hereindeedisthetruelover,"saidtheNightingale."WhatIsingof,hesuffers-whatisjoytome,tohimispain.SurelyLoveisawonderfulthing.Itismorepreciousthanemeralds,anddearerthanfineopals.Pearlsandpomegranatescannotbuyit,norisitsetforthinthemarketplace.Itmaynotbepurchasedofthemerchants,norcanitbeweighedoutinthebalanceforgold."7"Themusicianswillsitintheirgallery,"saidtheyoungStudent,"andplayharpupontheirstringedinstruments,andmylovewilldancetothesoundoftheandtheviolin.Shewilldancesolightlythatherfeetwillnottouchthefloor,harpandthecourtiersintheirgaydresseswillthrongroundher.Butwithmeshewillnotdance,forIhavenoredrosetogiveher";andheflunghimselfdownonthegrass,andburiedhisfaceinhishands,andwept.8"Whyisheweeping?"askedalittleGreen Lizard,asheranpasthimwithhistailintheair.9"Why,indeed?"saidaButterfly,whowasflutteringaboutafterasunbeam."Why,indeed?"whisperedaDaisytohisneighbour,inasoft,lowvoice."Heisweepingforaredrose,"saidtheNightingale."Foraredrose?"theycried;"howveryridiculous!"andthelittleLizard,whowassomethingofacynic,laughedoutright.ButtheNightingaleunderstoodthesecretoftheStudent'ssorrow,andshesatsilentintheoak-tree,andthoughtaboutthemysteryofLove.Suddenlyshespreadherbrownwingsforflight,andsoaredintotheair.Shepassedthroughthegrovelikeashadow,andlikeashadowshesailedacrossthegarden.Inthecentreofthegrass-plotwasstandingabeautifulRose-tree,andwhenshesawitsheflewovertoit,andlituponaspray."Givemearedrose,"shecried,"andIwillsingyoumysweetestsong."ButtheTreeshookitshead."Myrosesarewhite,"itanswered;"aswhiteasthefoamofthesea,andwhiterthanthesnowuponthemountain.Butgotomybrotherwhogrowsroundtheoldsun-dial,andperhapshewillgiveyouwhatyouwant."SotheNightingaleflewovertotheRose-treethatwasgrowingroundtheoldsun-dial."Givemearedrose,"shecried,"andIwillsingyoumysweetestsong."ButtheTreeshookitshead."Myrosesareyellow,"itanswered;"asyellowasthehairofthe mermaidenwhositsuponanamberthrone,andyellowerthanthe daffodilthatbloomsinthemeadowbeforethemowercomeswithhisscythe.ButgotomybrotherwhogrowsbeneaththeStudent'swindow,andperhapshewillgiveyouwhatyouwant."SotheNightingaleflewovertotheRose-treethatwasgrowingbeneaththeStudent'swindow."Givemearedrose,"shecried,"andIwillsingyoumysweetestsong."ButtheTreeshookitshead."Myrosesarered,"itanswered,"asredasthefeetofthe dove,andredderthanthegreatfansofcoralthatwaveandwaveintheocean-cavern.Butthewinterhaschilledmyveins,andthefrosthasnippedmybuds,andthestormhasbrokenmybranches,andIshallhavenorosesatallthisyear.""OneredroseisallIwant,"criedtheNightingale,"onlyoneredrose!IstherenowaybywhichIcangetit?""Thereisaway,"answeredtheTree;"butitissoterriblethatIdarenottellittoyou.""Tellittome,"saidtheNightingale,"Iamnotafraid.""Ifyouwantaredrose,"saidtheTree,"youmustbuilditoutofmusicbymoonlight,andstainitwithyourownheart's-blood.Youmustsingtomewithyourbreastagainstathorn.Allnightlongyoumustsingtome,andthethornmustpierceyourheart,andyourlife-bloodmustflowintomyveins,andbecomemine.""Deathisagreatpricetopayforaredrose,"criedtheNightingale,"andLifeisverydeartoall.Itispleasanttositinthegreenwood,andtowatchtheSuninhischariotofgold,andtheMooninherchariotofpearl.Sweetisthescentofthehawthornofthehawthorn,andsweetarethebluebellsthathideinthevalley,andtheheatherthatblowsonthehill.YetLoveisbetterthanLife,andwhatistheheartofabirdcomparedtotheheartofaman?"Soshespreadherbrownwingsforflight,andsoaredintotheair.Shesweptoverthegardenlikeashadow,andlikeashadowshesailedthroughthegrove.TheyoungStudentwasstilllyingonthegrass,whereshehadlefthim,andthetearswerenotyetdryinhisbeautifuleyes."Behappy,"criedtheNightingale,"behappy;youshallhaveyourredrose.Iwillbuilditoutofmusicbymoonlight,andstainitwithmyownheart's-blood.AllthatIaskofyouinreturnisthatyouwillbeatruelover,forLoveiswiserthanPhilosophy,thoughsheiswise,andmightierthanPower,thoughheismighty.Flame-colouredarehiswings,andcolouredlikeflameishisbody.Hislipsaresweetashoney,andhisbreathislike frankincense."TheStudentlookedupfromthegrass,andlistened,buthecouldnotunderstandwhattheNightingalewassayingtohim,forheonlyknewthethingsthatarewrittendowninbooks.ButtheOak-treeunderstood,andfeltsad,forhewasveryfondofthelittleNightingalewhohadbuilthernestinhisbranches."Singmeonelastsong,"hewhispered;"Ishallfeelverylonelywhenyouaregone."SotheNightingalesangtotheOak-tree,andhervoicewaslikewaterbubblingfromasilverjar.WhenshehadfinishedhersongtheStudentgotup,andpulledanote-bookandalead-penciloutofhispocket."Shehasform,"hesaidtohimself,ashewalkedawaythroughthegrove-"thatcannotbedeniedtoher;buthasshegotfeeling?Iamafraidnot.Infact,sheislikemostartists;sheisallstyle,withoutanysincerity.Shewouldnotsacrificeherselfforothers.Shethinksmerelyofmusic,andeverybodyknowsthattheartsareselfish.Still,itmustbeadmittedthatshehassomebeautifulnotesinhervoice.Whatapityitisthattheydonotmeananything,ordoanypracticalgood."Andhewentintohisroom,andlaydownonhislittlepallet-bed,andbegantothinkofhislove;and,afteratime,hefellasleep.AndwhentheMoonshoneintheheavenstheNightingaleflewtotheRose-tree,andsetherbreastagainstthethorn.Allnightlongshesangwithherbreastagainstthethorn,andthecoldcrystalMoonleaneddownandlistened.Allnightlongshesang,andthethornwentdeeperanddeeperintoherbreast,andherlife-bloodebbedawayfromher.Shesangfirstofthebirthofloveintheheartofaboyandagirl.Andonthetop-mostsprayoftheRose-treethereblossomedamarvellousrose,petalfollowingpetal,assongfollowedsong.Palewasit,atfirst,asthemistthathangsovertheriver-paleasthefeetofthemorning,andsilverasthewingsofthedawn.Astheshadowofaroseinamirrorofsilver,astheshadowofaroseinawater-pool,sowastherosethatblossomedonthetop-mostsprayoftheTree.ButtheTreecriedtotheNightingaletopresscloseragainstthethorn."Presscloser,littleNightingale,"cried theTree,"ortheDaywillcomebeforetheroseisfinished."SotheNightingalepressedcloseragainstthethorn,andlouderandloudergrewhersong,forshesangofthebirthofpassioninthesoulofamanandamaid.Andadelicateflushofpinkcameintotheleavesoftherose,liketheflushinthefaceofthebridegroomwhenhekissesthelipsofthebride.Butthethornhadnotyetreachedherheart,sotherose'sheartremainedwhite,foronlyaNightingale'sheart's-bloodcan crimsontheheartofarose.AndtheTreecriedtotheNightingaletopresscloseragainstthethorn."Presscloser,littleNightingale,"cried theTree,"ortheDaywillcomebeforetheroseisfinished.SotheNightingalepressedcloseragainstthethorn,andthethorntouchedherheart,andafiercepangofpainshotthroughher.Bitter,bitterwasthepain,andwilderandwildergrewhersong,forshesangoftheLovethatisperfectedbyDeath,oftheLovethatdiesnotinthetomb.Andthemarvellousrosebecamecrimson,liketheroseoftheeasternsky.Crimsonwasthegirdleofpetals,andcrimsonasa rubywastheheart.ButtheNightingale'svoicegrewfainter,andherlittlewingsbegantobeat,andafilmcameoverhereyes.Fainterandfaintergrewhersong,andshefeltsomethingchokingherinherthroat.Thenshegaveonelastburstofmusic.ThewhiteMoonheardit, andsheforgotthedawn,andlingeredon inthesky.Theredroseheardit,andittrembledalloverwithecstasy,andopeneditspetalstothecoldmorningair. Echoboreittoherpurplecaverninthehills,andwokethesleeping shepherdsfromtheirdreams.Itfloatedthroughthereedsoftheriver,andtheycarrieditsmessagetothesea."Look,look!"criedtheTree,"theroseisfinishednow";buttheNightingalemadenoanswer,forshewaslyingdeadinthelonggrass,withthethorninherheart.AndatnoontheStudentopenedhiswindowandlookedout."Why,whatawonderfulpieceofluck!"hecried;"hereisaredrose!Ihaveneverseenanyroselikeitinallmylife.ItissobeautifulthatIamsureithasalongLatinname";andheleaneddownandpluckedit.Thenheputonhishat,andranuptothe Professor'shousewiththeroseinhishand.ThedaughteroftheProfessorwassittinginthedoorwaywinding bluesilkonareel,andherlittledogwaslyingatherfeet.56"YousaidthatyouwoulddancewithmeifIbroughtyouaredrose,"criedtheStudent."Hereisthereddestroseinalltheworld.Youwillwearittonightnextyourheart,andaswedancetogetheritwilltellyouhowIloveyou."Butthegirlfrowned."Iamafraiditwillnotgowithmydress,"sheanswered;"and,besides,theChamberlain'snephewhassentmesomerealjewels,andeverybodyknowsthatjewelscostfarmorethanflowers.""Well,uponmyword,youareveryungrateful,"saidtheStudentangrily;andhethrewtheroseintothestreet,whereitfellintothegutter,anda cart-wheelwentoverit."Ungrateful!"saidthegirl."Itellyouwhat,youareveryrude;and,afterall,whoareyou?OnlyaStudent.Why,Idon'tbelieveyouhaveevengotsilverbucklestoyourshoesastheChamberlain'snephewhas";andshegotupfromherchairandwentintothehouse."WhatasillythingLoveis,"saidtheStudentashewalkedaway."ItisnothalfasusefulasLogic,foritdoesnotproveanything,anditisalwaystellingoneofthingsthatarenotgoingtohappen,andmakingonebelievethingsthatarenottrue.Infact,itisquiteunpractical,and,asinthisagetobepracticaliseverything,IshallgobacktoPhilosophyandstudy Metaphysics."Sohereturnedtohisroomandpulledoutagreatdustybook,andbegantoread.夜莺与玫瑰奥斯卡•王尔德著，俊译“她说过，只要我送她红玫瑰，她便会当我的舞伴。 ”那个年轻人嗟怨着，“但整个花园中就独独少了那么一朵红玫瑰啊。”一只在栋树上筑巢起居的夜莺听到年轻人的嗟叹，好奇地从树叶缝里张看。年轻人继续叹道：“独独少了那么一朵红玫瑰！”泪水此刻充盈他双眼，“告诉我，所谓幸福，究竟是什么！读懂了孔孟之道，探讨过生与死的奥秘又如何？就是独独少了那么一朵红玫瑰，我的人生完全是悲哀的！ ”“真正懂得去爱的人，看来我终于找到了， "夜莺自语，“为了找到明白爱之真缔的人，我夜夜高唱。就算我不知道去哪里寻，我还是为他高唱。每一晚每一晚，与星星对话，编造真爱的故事，为的是找到一个真正懂爱的人。现在，他就在这里。啊，乌黑的发丝，风信子一般的；啊，红润的嘴唇，红玫瑰一般的。然而看啊，他内心的炽热反倒让他的脸苍白无血色；他的忧伤感觉更使他眉梢紧锁。 ”“明天晚上，王子舞会上，”年轻人还是在自怨自艾，“我爱的人会如期前往。假使我送她红玫瑰，她便成了我一夜的舞伴；假使我送她红玫瑰，我便一手把她抱住，她也会把头落在我的肩上，她的手牵着我的手。不过，独独少了那么一朵红玫瑰，我只好一夜独坐，就算与她擦身而过，也只会失之交臂。心，很痛！”“他真正懂得爱情，”夜莺说，“爱情，是我所唱的主题，也正是他的苦恼；爱情，是我所喜悦的，也正是他的痛苦。啊，爱情，多么微妙的东西。绿宝石、猫眼石都不及它珍贵。珍珠、石榴石自然是换不来，它本身也没有市价。 商人自然没法出售，它本身也不能用金子去掂量。”“这时，乐师自然会各就各位，”年轻人说道，“他们的手指娴熟地拨弄着琴弦。就在竖琴与提琴奏出的乐声中，我爱的人翩翩起舞。她轻盈的舞步踏着音符在空中旋转， 身穿华丽服式的臣仆们将她围住。但我不能跟她起舞，只因独独少了一朵红玫瑰。 ”说罢，年轻人把自己埋在草地里，双手掩脸，低声饮泣。“那人怎么哭了？”不谙世事的蜥蜴问道，它把尾巴翘得高高的，从年轻人身旁走过。“嗯，怎么了？”一只蝴蝶说道，它正在日光下漫舞。“就是啊，怎么了？"一朵小雏菊反问那只小蜥蜴，那声音又甜又细。“他是因为一朵红玫瑰而抽泣。”夜莺答道。小蜥蜴和小雏菊听了很惊奇： “只是为了一朵红玫瑰？用不着吧！ ”小蜥蜴这时笑得合不拢嘴。然而，夜莺完全明白年轻人伤心的缘故，她再也没说话了，静静地立在栋树枝上，思考着爱情的奥秘。突然，她张开褐黄色的双翅，在天空上滑翔。她扫过小花园，像风一般地；又像风一般地，她掠过小草丛。在草地的中央，立着一颗美丽的玫瑰树，夜莺看见它了，便飞到它的树枝上。“给我一朵红玫瑰，”夜莺嚷着，“我可以为你唱最甜美的歌。”玫瑰摇了摇头。“我的玫瑰是白色的，”那玫瑰树答道，“就像海里的白头浪一样白；比雪山上终年的积雪还要白。你去我的弟兄那里吧，它住在古老的日署广场那里，或许你会得到你想要的。 ”这样，夜莺就飞到日署广场上，找到了那里的玫瑰树。“给我一朵红玫瑰，”夜莺嚷着，“我可以为你唱最甜美的歌。”玫瑰摇了摇头。“我的玫瑰是黄色的，”那玫瑰树答道，“就像美人鱼秀发的颜色一样黄，她坐在琥珀宝座上，这种黄使她优雅；比草丛上盛开的水仙花还要黄， 割草人就是因为惊异于这种黄而用镰刀把它割走据为己有。你去我的弟兄那里吧，它住在一个年轻人房子的窗台下， 或许你会得到你想要的。”于是，夜莺又飞到年轻人房子的窗台下。“给我一朵红玫瑰，”夜莺嚷着，“我可以为你唱最甜美的歌。”玫瑰摇了摇头。“我的玫瑰是红色的，”那玫瑰树答道，“就像小鸽子的小爪一样红；比那深海中珊瑚扇还要红，它们靠着那种红在海洋的深处招摇。 可是在这种天里，寒冬正冻着我每处经脉，霜雪掐去了我每个花蕾，风暴又折断我的枝叶，看来这一年我也长不出一朵玫瑰来了。“我缺的仅仅是一朵红玫瑰啊，”夜莺又大嚷起来，“仅仅是一朵红玫瑰！一朵！就只一朵，没有任何办法吗！”“有……”玫瑰树又道，“一个办法，但……太恐怖了，我不好说……”“说啊！”夜莺道，“我受得住！”“你定要得到红玫瑰的话，”玫瑰树道，“你必要在月光下用你的歌声去成就它，而且，要用你的鲜血去染红它。你要给我唱歌，并同时把你的胸膛靠向我的一枝刺上。 你给我唱尽整晚的歌，我的刺将刺穿你的心房，吸走你的鲜血。你的血流经我每处经络，成了我的。 ”“死，为着换取一朵红玫瑰，是一个极大的代价啊！ ”夜莺嗟叹道，“毫无疑问，生命要比什么都重要。生命是什么？它是绿林中闲适的快乐， 我们用这种快乐的心情来赞美金黄战车里太阳神的英姿，来欣赏深蓝画舫里月亮女神的美态； 它又是山楂飘来的香甜，甜得让我们想起山谷里的风铃草，想起小山丘上的石楠花。但是爱情，爱情及得上生命，而且，对于一颗懂爱的心，一只小鸟的生命又算是什么！ ”于是，她张开褐黄色的双翅，在天空上滑翔。她扫过小花园，像风一般地；像风一般地，她又掠过小草丛。那失意的年轻人仍旧躺在原处，泪水仍旧在它双眸里淌着。“高兴点，”夜莺叫着，“高兴点吧，你会得到红玫瑰的。我将会在月光下用我甜美的歌声，用我身体的温血去成就它。我只希望你用你的真爱去报答我。啊，对！用你的真爱。在我看来，再精明的哲学、再伟大的力量，也敌不过真爱。啊，你懂得真爱，所以你的双臂是火辣辣的，火辣辣的还有你的真心；你的嘴唇甜似蜜饯，你的身体也香如膏药。 ”躺在草丛中的年轻人寻着叫声向上望，他不懂夜莺的吱喳，因为小鸟的叫声怎么也不能用人类的语言记下。然而栋树听得懂，并为此感到伤悲。栋树是非常喜欢这只栖息于他枝头上的夜莺的。“为我唱最后一次吧，”栋树说，“你要走了，我会很寂寞！”于是夜莺为栋树而高歌，声音犹如银器里汩汩翻滚的水体。夜莺把歌唱完，年轻人站了起来，并且从口袋中拿出一本记事本和一支铅笔来。“没错，她是有形体的，”他一边走出去，一边自言自语道， “那不能否认，但是，她有感觉吗？我想没有吧。事实上， 那夜莺就似大多数的艺术家， 有着个人风采，却没有一丝真诚。难道你会奢望她会舍生取义？哼！ 她只会唱歌，只懂搞这个所谓艺术的东西。 谁都知道，艺术是一样多么自私的东西啊！ 诚然，不得不承认刚才她唱出的歌声是何等的悦耳动听， 但那又如何呢？悦耳动听又代表了什么？难道可以改变世界吗？” 他走进自己的房子，躺倒在床上，开始思考他的爱情理论。不一会儿，由于太累了，他睡着了。另一边厢，月光照耀着整个天穹，夜莺飞到玫瑰树上，并把自己的胸膛对准了其中一枝玫瑰刺。一整夜，她唱着歌，胸膛逼近玫瑰刺；而冰冷又皎洁的月亮安静地听着。 一整夜，她唱着歌，玫瑰刺深入她的胸膛一一深入、深入一一越来越深入。然后，她的鲜血，一点一点，从她的身体里流走。作为序幕，她唱的是小男孩小女孩心中爱的萌芽。这时，在树的顶枝上出现了一朵玫瑰，一首接一首歌，一瓣接一瓣地奇迹一般地开出一一玫瑰一朵。这朵奇迹之花是苍白的。苍白得似小河上的一层雾气，苍白得似清早的脚步声一样轻， 苍白得似拂晓时天边的一层云影。然而，这朵奇迹之花一一在月亮银光的反照下， 在湖水的反映中一一的的确确在枝头开出了。这时，玫瑰树急忙对夜莺说道： “小夜莺啊，你要再靠近一点。你要赶在白天来临前成就你的玫瑰。”夜莺听罢便更深一点地压向玫瑰刺，她唱的歌也变得更加大声。这时，她唱的是青年男女的心灵之爱。接着，一种奇妙的粉红色出现在玫瑰花上，这样的粉红就像是新郎吻了新娘一下后脸上泛起的羞涩。但刺还没进入她的心房，奇迹之花的花心还是苍白的， 因为只有夜莺心房中的血才会把花心染成深红。因此，玫瑰树又急忙对夜莺说道： “小夜莺啊，你要再靠近一点。你要赶在白天来临前成就你的玫瑰。”夜莺听罢又更深一点地压向玫瑰刺。玫瑰刺终于触及她的心房。顿时她感到一阵疼痛，来得异常猛烈。痛，一阵一阵越来越痛；歌，一首一首越来越响。她正唱着用死去成就的伟大之爱，坟墓封不住的永恒之爱。奇迹之花，终于被染红了，红得像清晨时东方的天空。花托变