每天讀一點(diǎn)英文:那些年那些詩 47 雨巷

A Lane in the Rain
Dai Wangshu

Alone holding an oil-paper umbrella,
I wander along a long
Solitary lane in the rain,
Hoping to encounter
A girl like a bouquet of lilacs
Gnawed by anxiety and resentment.
A girl
The color of lilacs,
A Lane in the Rain
The fragrance of lilacs,
The worries of lilacs,
Feeling melancholy in the rain,
A Lane in the Rain
Plaintive and hesitating.
Silently she comes closer,
Closer,giving me
A Lane in the Rain
A glance like a sigh;
Then she floats past
Like a dream,
Dreary and blank like a dream.
Like a lilac
Floating past in a dream,
the girl floats past me;
Silently she goes further and further,
To the crumbling wall,
Out of the lane in the rain.
In the mournful melody of the rain,
Her color has faded,
Her fragrance has disppeared,
Vanished into the void;
Even her glance like a sigh,
Melancholy like lilacs.
Alone holding an oil-paper umbrella,
I wander along a long
Solitary lane in the rain,
Hoping to pass
A girl like a bouquet of lilacs
Gnawed by anxiety and resentment.