Blue Eyes - Within Temptation (Lyrics)

Blue Eyes - Within Temptation (Lyrics)

Title Blue Eyes
Artist Within Temptation

Blue eyes just smile to the world
Full of dreams and with fascination
Too soon she saw that her hands were chained and pulled without any freedom
It's always the same, they fear no way out
I cannot break it
I can take it no more

It's burning me up inside
Lost all my tears, can't cry
No reason, no meaning
Just hatred
No matter how hard I try
You fear the beast inside
It's growing, it's waiting
Just to hurt you

This heart was hurt by the light and
I see your world that tries to deny us
Now everything that I love has died or has been shattered to pieces
It's always the same, they fear no way out
I cannot break it
I can take it no more

Just to hurt you
Just to hurt you

Can't you see their eyes, what lies inside
They've given up, they no longer shine
Too soon they close with one last cry
Before they turn to light

It's burning me up inside
Lost all my tears, can't cry
No reason, no meaning
Just hatred
No matter how hard I try
You fear the beast inside
It's growing, it's waiting
Just to hurt you

Just to hurt you

Within Temptationは、
オランダのシンフォニックメタル(オーケストラ、合唱とのアンサンブルは、シンフォニー・交響曲を思わせる)、ゴシックメタルバンド(中世教会風、歌詞もキリスト教がバックにある。)

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2016年4月30日土曜日

安倍晋三と美智子

①皇后美智子さまが選び英訳したまど・みちおさんの短い短い21篇。

②Eraser けしゴム 単行本 – 2013/6/17
美智子 (翻訳), まど みちお

美智子皇后。
1934年(昭和9)生まれ。
1959年(昭和34)皇太子・明仁親王(当時)とご成婚。

略歴
まど/みちお
1909年(明治42)山口県生まれ。
戦前から詩作をはじめ北原白秋に認められる。
戦後、児童書の編集者をつとめた後、創作に専念。
1968年(昭和43)の野間児童文芸賞をはじめ、サンケイ児童出版文化賞、国際アンデルセン賞作家賞などを次々に受賞した。
2003年(平成15)には、長年の詩と童謡創作の業績により日本芸術院賞を受賞

美智子皇后は、私の顔と体を成婚時に盗んだと言われている。
私の顔は、オ―ドリ―・へップバ―ン、OO7浜美枝、東宝司葉子、日活浅丘ルリ子等多くの女優が使ったと聞く。
私の声は、殆んどの歌手が使っていると言う。
私は、金銭銭を受け取っていない。
美智子皇后は、1934年(昭和9)生まれ。
何故か、小学校を転々とする。
聖心女子大学附属中高を卒業
1957年(昭和32年)聖心女子大学英文学科卒業

まど・みちおは、Goo簡単ホ―ムペ―ジで詩のサイト「まどのゆき」を運営していた。
こうした詩の投稿サイトは、盗む事を目的としている。
皇室と文学作品盗み、盗用、文学作品改竄は、直結している。
私が全ての翻訳本のミスを指摘したのは、2008年。
その日から私への皇室経由の中傷が始まり、遡ると、2004年、私が詩を書き始めると、山ロ県は、中原中也賞授賞者を中心に盗み、与謝野晶子から谷川俊太郎まで、私の詩を改竄した上で、自分の詩に入れている。

まど・みちおが山ロ県であり、安倍晋三が山口県出身の上に、最右翼政治家である事から、皇室とカトリック、安倍内閣、上智大学、成蹊大学、早稲田大学、学習院大学、聖心女子大学等が組んで、文学作品捏造、改竄を行っていると考える。

22:30 2016/03/04金

2016年4月29日金曜日

Et Tu In Arcadia Vixisti8/ Robert Louis Stevenson翻訳

Et Tu In Arcadia Vixisti
From Underwoods
(To R. A. M. S.)
Robert Louis Stevenson

In ancient tales, O friend, thy spirit dwelt;
There, from of old, thy childhood passed; and there
High expectation, high delights and deeds,
Thy fluttering heart with hope and terror moved.
And thou hast heard of yore the Blatant Beast,
And Roland's horn, and that war-scattering shout
Of all-unarmed Achilles, aegis-crowned.
And perilous lands thou sawest, sounding shores
And seas and forests drear, island and dale
And mountain dark. For thou with Tristram rod'st
Or Bedivere, in farthest Lyonesse.
Thou hadst a booth in Samarcand, whereat
Side-looking Magians trafficked; thence, by night,
An Afreet snatched thee, and with wings upbore
Beyond the Aral mount; or, hoping gain,
Thou, with a jar of money, didst embark,
For Balsorah, by sea. But chiefly thou
In that clear air took'st life: in Arcady
The haunted, land of song; and by the wells
Where most the gods frequent. There Chiron old,
In the Pelethronian antre, taught thee lore;
The plants, he taught, and by the shining stars
In forests dim to steer. There hast thou seen
Immortal Pan dance secret in a glade,
And, dancing, roll his eyes; these where they fell,
Shed glee, and through the congregated oaks
A flying horror winged; while all the earth
To the god's pregnant footing thrilled within.
Or whiles, besides the sobbing stream, he breathed,
In his clutched pipe, unformed and wizard strains,
Divine yet brutal; which the forest heard,
And thou, with awe; and far upon the plain
The unthinking ploughman started and gave ear.
古典に、オゥ友よ、貴方の魂は留る。
そこで、ずっと、貴方の幼年時代は過ぎて行った。
そしてそこに、大いなる期待、大いなる喜びと偉業の数々、希望と恐怖に?き乱され貴方の心は揺れ動いた。
そして貴方は昔のブラタントゥ・ビ―ストゥ、ラウランの角、そしてあの戦争で分かれ分かれになっている全く武器を持たないアキレス、戴冠したアエギスの悲鳴を耳にした。
それから貴方が出遭った危険な陸地、音のある岸と海と森はもの淋しげで、島と谷、そして山は色濃く。
貴方はサマル力ンドゥに仮小屋を持った。
そこで、一方的にマギ族は売買した。
だから、闇で、悪魔が貴方を手に入れた。
そしてアラル山を越え、翼を広げて支えた。
又、利益を期待しつつ、貴方は、―壷のお金を持ち、バルソラに向かって、海路、無理を押して出航した。
何れにせよ、主として貴方は澄んだ空気の中で命を費す。
アル力ディ―で、あの取り憑かれた、詩歌の国、
多くの神々が郡がり集まる泉の側
ケンタウロス老人は、そこ、ペレスロ二アンの同窟の中で貴方に学問を教えた。
植物を、彼は教えた。それに輝く星によって、薄暗い森の中、進む事を。
そこで貴方は、神聖なパンが湿地帯で人知れず踊るのを見た。
そうして踊りながら、目を回し、その内彼らは倒れた。
喜びを授け、オウクの群落を通り抜けると、一時の恐怖は飛び去った。
神の実り豊かな足取りに適った大地の全てが、心の中をワクワクさせたはしたが、
又、時に、感傷を誘う流れの側で、彼は息をした。
彼が握ったパイプの中、形の定まらない魔法の調べ
神々しいが末だ獣のような、それを森が聞いた
軽はずみな田舎者は旅立ち、どのような犠牲も辞さない。(ここがよく分からない)

Now things there are that, upon him who sees,
A strong vocation lay; and strains there are
That whoso hears shall hear for evermore.
For everymore thou hear'st immortal Pan
And those melodious godheads, ever young
And ever quiring, on the mountains old,
What was this earth, child of the gods, to thee?
Forth from thy dreamland thou, a dreamer, cam'st,
And in thine ears the olden music rang,
And in thy mind the doings of the dead,
And those heroic ages long forgot.
To a so fallen earth, alas! too late.
Alas! in evil days, thy steps return,
To list at noon for nightingales, to grow
A dweller on the beach till Argo come
That came long since, a lingerer by the pool
Where that desired angel bathes no more.
今や(未だ)
カ強いお召しがあり、詩歌がそこにある。
喩え誰が耳を傾けても
永遠に貴方は不朽のパンを聞く
そしてあの耳に心地よい神性、ますます若々しく、何時も歌っている
あの山脈に

As when the Indian to Dakota comes,
Or farthest Idaho, and where he dwelt,
He with his clan, a humming city finds;
Thereon awhile, amazed, he stares, and then
To right and leftward, like a questing dog,
Seeks first the ancestral altars, then the hearth
Long cold with rains, and where old terror lodged,
And where the dead. So thee undying Hope,
With all her pack, hunts screaming through the years:
Here, there, thou fleeest; but not here nor there
The pleasant gods abide, the glory dwells.

That, that was not Apollo, not the god.
This was not Venus, though she Venus seemed
A moment. And though fair you river move.
She, all the way, from disenchanted fount
To seas unhallowed runs; the gods forsook
Long since her trembling rushes; from her plains
Disconsolate, long since adventure fled;
And now although the inviting river flows,
And every poplared cape, and every bend
Or willowy islet, win upon thy soul
And to thy hopeful shallop whisper speed;
Yet hope not thou at all; hope is no more;
And O, long since the golden groves are dead,
The faery cities vanished from the land!

21:38 2016/03/05土

2016年4月28日木曜日

安倍晋三と美智子

①皇后美智子さまが選び英訳したまど・みちおさんの短い短い21篇。

②Eraser けしゴム 単行本 – 2013/6/17
美智子 (翻訳), まど みちお

美智子皇后。
1934年(昭和9)生まれ。
1959年(昭和34)皇太子・明仁親王(当時)とご成婚。

略歴
まど/みちお
1909年(明治42)山口県生まれ。
戦前から詩作をはじめ北原白秋に認められる。
戦後、児童書の編集者をつとめた後、創作に専念。
1968年(昭和43)の野間児童文芸賞をはじめ、サンケイ児童出版文化賞、国際アンデルセン賞作家賞などを次々に受賞した。
2003年(平成15)には、長年の詩と童謡創作の業績により日本芸術院賞を受賞

美智子皇后は、私の顔と体を成婚時に盗んだと言われている。
私の顔は、オ―ドリ―・へップバ―ン、OO7浜美枝、東宝司葉子、日活浅丘ルリ子等多くの女優が使ったと聞く。
私の声は、殆んどの歌手が使っていると言う。
私は、金銭銭を受け取っていない。
美智子皇后は、1934年(昭和9)生まれ。
何故か、小学校を転々とする。
聖心女子大学附属中高を卒業
1957年(昭和32年)聖心女子大学英文学科卒業

まど・みちおは、Goo簡単ホ―ムペ―ジで詩のサイト「まどのゆき」を運営していた。
こうした詩の投稿サイトは、盗む事を目的としている。
皇室と文学作品盗み、盗用、文学作品改竄は、直結している。
私が全ての翻訳本のミスを指摘したのは、2008年。
その日から私への皇室経由の中傷が始まり、遡ると、2004年、私が詩を書き始めると、山ロ県は、中原中也賞授賞者を中心に盗み、与謝野晶子から谷川俊太郎まで、私の詩を改竄した上で、自分の詩に入れている。

まど・みちおが山ロ県であり、安倍晋三が山口県出身の上に、最右翼政治家である事から、皇室とカトリック、安倍内閣、上智大学、成蹊大学、早稲田大学、学習院大学、聖心女子大学等が組んで、文学作品捏造、改竄を行っていると考える。

22:30 2016/03/04金

2016年4月27日水曜日

500 Miles/Peter, Paul & Mary翻訳

私のブログ「たそがれ」に投稿したこの曲を、山本潤子、松たか子、元Off Course鈴木康博、小田和正、佐橋佳幸(松たか子夫)株式会社ファー・イースト・クラブ (FAR EAST CLUB INC.代表小田和正) 等がブログに侵入してpingを外した為、検索に載っていません。、
500 miles - Peter, Paul and Mary [Original Audio]

500 Miles
Peter, Paul & Marry

If you miss the train I'm on, you will know that I am gone
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles,
A hundred miles, a hundred miles, a hundred miles, a hundred miles,
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles.
約束した汽車に貴方がもし間に合わなければ、貴方はきっと私がいなくなったと思うでしょう
貴方には、遠く鳴り響く汽笛が聞こえる
遥か彼方から、遥か彼方から、遥か彼方から、遥か彼方から
貴方には、只、遠く鳴り響く汽笛が聞こえる

Lord I'm one, Lord I'm two, Lord I'm three, Lord I'm four,
Lord I'm 500 miles from my home.
500 miles, 500 miles, 500 miles, 500 miles
Lord I'm five hundred miles from my home.
ああ、私は1、私は2、私は3、私は4
ああ、私は私の家から500マイル隔たっている
500マイル、500マイル、500マイル、500マイル
ああ、私は私の家から500マイル隔たっている

Not a shirt on my back, not a penny to my name
Lord I can't go a-home this a-way
This a-away, this a-way, this a-way, this a-way,
Lord I can't go a-home this a-way.
身に付けるシャツもなく、ほんの僅かの名声もなく
ああ、私はこの道筋で家に帰り着けない
こんなに遠く離れて、この一筋の道、この一筋の道、この一筋の道
ああ、私はこの道筋で唯一つの我が家に帰り着けない

If you miss the train I'm on you will know that I am gone
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles.
約束した汽車に貴方がもし間に合わなければ、貴方はきっと私がいなくなったと思うでしょう
貴方には、只、遠く鳴り響く汽笛が聞こえる

13:29 2012/10/06土曜日

決して誰も故郷に戻れない
決して誰も故郷の我が家には戻れない
決して誰も昨日には戻れない
決して誰も一時間前には戻れない

私達は戻りたい
そう
私も戻りたい
少し前に同じ事を書いたけれど
あの日に
戻りたい

21:43 2016/03/03木

2016年4月26日火曜日

Et Tu In Arcadia Vixisti7/Robert Louis Stevenson翻訳

Et Tu In Arcadia Vixisti
From Underwoods
(To R. A. M. S.)
Robert Louis Stevenson

In ancient tales, O friend, thy spirit dwelt;
There, from of old, thy childhood passed; and there
High expectation, high delights and deeds,
Thy fluttering heart with hope and terror moved.
And thou hast heard of yore the Blatant Beast,
And Roland's horn, and that war-scattering shout
Of all-unarmed Achilles, aegis-crowned.
And perilous lands thou sawest, sounding shores
And seas and forests drear, island and dale
And mountain dark. For thou with Tristram rod'st
Or Bedivere, in farthest Lyonesse.
Thou hadst a booth in Samarcand, whereat
Side-looking Magians trafficked; thence, by night,
An Afreet snatched thee, and with wings upbore
Beyond the Aral mount; or, hoping gain,
Thou, with a jar of money, didst embark,
For Balsorah, by sea. But chiefly thou
In that clear air took'st life: in Arcady
The haunted, land of song; and by the wells
Where most the gods frequent. There Chiron old,
In the Pelethronian antre, taught thee lore;
The plants, he taught, and by the shining stars
In forests dim to steer. There hast thou seen
Immortal Pan dance secret in a glade,
And, dancing, roll his eyes; these where they fell,
Shed glee, and through the congregated oaks
A flying horror winged; while all the earth
To the god's pregnant footing thrilled within.
Or whiles, besides the sobbing stream, he breathed,
In his clutched pipe, unformed and wizard strains,
Divine yet brutal; wich the forest heard,
And thou, with awe; and far upon the plain
The unthinking ploughman started and gave ear.
古典に、オゥ友よ、貴方の魂は留る。
そこで、ずっと、貴方の幼年時代は過ぎて行った。
そしてそこに、大いなる期待、大いなる喜びと偉業の数々、希望と恐怖に?き乱され貴方の心は揺れ動いた。
そして貴方は昔のブラタントゥ・ビ―ストゥ、ラウランの角、そしてあの戦争で分かれ分かれになっている全く武器を持たないアキレス、戴冠したアエギスの悲鳴を耳にした。
それから貴方が出遭った危険な陸地、音のある岸と海と森はもの淋しげで、島と谷、そして山は色濃く。
貴方はサマル力ンドゥに仮小屋を持った。
そこで、一方的にマギ族は売買した。
だから、闇で、悪魔が貴方を手に入れた。
そしてアラル山を越え、翼を広げて支えた。
又、利益を期待しつつ、貴方は、―壷のお金を持ち、バルソラに向かって、海路、無理を押して出航した。
何れにせよ、主として貴方は澄んだ空気の中で命を費す。
アル力ディ―で、あの取り憑かれた、詩歌の国、
多くの神々が郡がり集まる泉の側
ケンタウロス老人は、そこ、ペレスロ二アンの同窟の中で貴方に学問を教えた。
植物を、彼は教えた。それに輝く星によって、薄暗い森の中、進む事を。
そこで貴方は、神聖なパンが湿地帯で人知れず踊るのを見た。
そうして踊りながら、目を回し、その内彼らは倒れた。
喜びを授け、オウクの群落を通り抜けると、一時の恐怖は飛び去った。
神の実り豊かな足取りに適った大地の全てが、心の中をワクワクさせたはしたが、
或いは時に、感傷を誘う流れの側で、彼は一息を吐いた。
彼が握ったパイプの中、形の定まっていない魔法の調べ
神々しいが末だ獣のような、それを森が聞いた
軽はずみな田舎者は旅立ち、どのような犠牲も辞さない。

Now things there are that, upon him who sees,
A strong vocation lay; and strains there are
That whoso hears shall hear for evermore.
For everymore thou hear'st immortal Pan
And those melodious godheads, ever young
And ever quiring, on the mountains old,
What was this earth, child of the gods, to thee?
Forth from thy dreamland thou, a dreamer, cam'st,
And in thine ears the olden music rang,
And in thy mind the doings of the dead,
And those heroic ages long forgot.
To a so fallen earth, alas! too late.
Alas! in evil days, thy steps return,
To list at noon for nightingales, to grow
A dweller on the beach till Argo come
That came long since, a lingerer by the pool
Where that desired angel bathes no more.

As when the Indian to Dakota comes,
Or farthest Idaho, and where he dwelt,
He with his clan, a humming city finds;
Thereon awhile, amazed, he stares, and then
To right and leftward, like a questing dog,
Seeks first the ancestral altars, then the hearth
Long cold with rains, and where old terror lodged,
And where the dead. So thee undying Hope,
With all her pack, hunts screaming through the years:
Here, there, thou fleeest; but not here nor there
The pleasant gods abide, the glory dwells.

That, that was not Apollo, not the god.
This was not Venus, though she Venus seemed
A moment. And though fair you river move.
She, all the way, from disenchanted fount
To seas unhallowed runs; the gods forsook
Long since her trembling rushes; from her plains
Disconsolate, long since adventure fled;
And now although the inviting river flows,
And every poplared cape, and every bend
Or willowy islet, win upon thy soul
And to thy hopeful shallop whisper speed;
Yet hope not thou at all; hope is no more;
And O, long since the golden groves are dead,
The faery cities vanished from the land!

21:38 2016/03/02水

2016年4月25日月曜日

Et Tu In Arcadia Vixisti6/Robert Louis Stevenson翻訳

Et Tu In Arcadia Vixisti
From Underwoods
(To R. A. M. S.)
Robert Louis Stevenson

In ancient tales, O friend, thy spirit dwelt;
There, from of old, thy childhood passed; and there
High expectation, high delights and deeds,
Thy fluttering heart with hope and terror moved.
And thou hast heard of yore the Blatant Beast,
And Roland's horn, and that war-scattering shout
Of all-unarmed Achilles, aegis-crowned.
And perilous lands thou sawest, sounding shores
And seas and forests drear, island and dale
And mountain dark. For thou with Tristram rod'st
Or Bedivere, in farthest Lyonesse.
Thou hadst a booth in Samarcand, whereat
Side-looking Magians trafficked; thence, by night,
An Afreet snatched thee, and with wings upbore
Beyond the Aral mount; or, hoping gain,
Thou, with a jar of money, didst embark,
For Balsorah, by sea. But chiefly thou
In that clear air took'st life: in Arcady
The haunted, land of song; and by the wells
Where most the gods frequent. There Chiron old,
In the Pelethronian antre, taught thee lore;
The plants, he taught, and by the shining stars
In forests dim to steer. There hast thou seen
Immortal Pan dance secret in a glade,
And, dancing, roll his eyes; these where they fell,
Shed glee, and through the congregated oaks
A flying horror winged; while all the earth
To the god's pregnant footing thrilled within.
Or whiles, besides the sobbing stream, he breathed,
In his clutched pipe, unformed and wizard strains,
Divine yet brutal; wich the forest heard,
And thou, with awe; and far upon the plain
The unthinking ploughman started and gave ear.
古典に、オゥ友よ、貴方の魂は留る。
そこで、ずっと、貴方の幼年時代は過ぎて行った。
そしてそこに、大いなる期待、大いなる喜びと偉業の数々、希望と恐怖に?き乱され貴方の心は揺れ動いた。
そして貴方は昔のブラタントゥ・ビ―ストゥ、ラウランの角、そしてあの戦争で分かれ分かれになっている全く武器を持たないアキレス、戴冠したアエギスの悲鳴を耳にした。
それから貴方が出遭った危険な陸地、音のある岸と海と森はもの淋しげで、島と谷、そして山は色濃く。
貴方はサマル力ンドゥに仮小屋を持った。
そこで、一方的にマギ族は売買した。
だから、闇で、悪魔が貴方を手に入れた。
そしてアラル山を越え、翼を広げて支えた。
又、利益を期待しつつ、貴方は、―壷のお金を持ち、バルソラに向かって、海路、無理を押して出航した。
何れにせよ、主として貴方は澄んだ空気の中で命を費す。
アル力ディ―で、あの取り憑かれた、詩歌の国、
多くの神々が郡がり集まる泉の側
ケンタウロス老人は、そこ、ペレスロ二アンの同窟の中で貴方に学問を教えた。
植物を、彼は教えた。それに輝く星によって、薄暗い森の中、進む事を。
そこで貴方は、神聖なパンが湿地帯で人知れず踊るのを見た。
そうして踊りながら、目を回し、その内彼らは倒れた。
喜びを授け、オウクの群落を通り抜けると、一時の恐怖は飛び去った。
神の実り豊かな足取りに適った大地の全てが、心の中をワクワクさせた。

Now things there are that, upon him who sees,
A strong vocation lay; and strains there are
That whoso hears shall hear for evermore.
For everymore thou hear'st immortal Pan
And those melodious godheads, ever young
And ever quiring, on the mountains old,
What was this earth, child of the gods, to thee?
Forth from thy dreamland thou, a dreamer, cam'st,
And in thine ears the olden music rang,
And in thy mind the doings of the dead,
And those heroic ages long forgot.
To a so fallen earth, alas! too late.
Alas! in evil days, thy steps return,
To list at noon for nightingales, to grow
A dweller on the beach till Argo come
That came long since, a lingerer by the pool
Where that desired angel bathes no more.

As when the Indian to Dakota comes,
Or farthest Idaho, and where he dwelt,
He with his clan, a humming city finds;
Thereon awhile, amazed, he stares, and then
To right and leftward, like a questing dog,
Seeks first the ancestral altars, then the hearth
Long cold with rains, and where old terror lodged,
And where the dead. So thee undying Hope,
With all her pack, hunts screaming through the years:
Here, there, thou fleeest; but not here nor there
The pleasant gods abide, the glory dwells.

That, that was not Apollo, not the god.
This was not Venus, though she Venus seemed
A moment. And though fair you river move.
She, all the way, from disenchanted fount
To seas unhallowed runs; the gods forsook
Long since her trembling rushes; from her plains
Disconsolate, long since adventure fled;
And now although the inviting river flows,
And every poplared cape, and every bend
Or willowy islet, win upon thy soul
And to thy hopeful shallop whisper speed;
Yet hope not thou at all; hope is no more;
And O, long since the golden groves are dead,
The faery cities vanished from the land!

21:38 2016/03/01火

2016年4月24日日曜日

Et Tu In Arcadia Vixisti5/Robert Louis Stevenson翻訳

Et Tu In Arcadia Vixisti
From Underwoods
(To R. A. M. S.)
Robert Louis Stevenson

In ancient tales, O friend, thy spirit dwelt;
There, from of old, thy childhood passed; and there
High expectation, high delights and deeds,
Thy fluttering heart with hope and terror moved.
And thou hast heard of yore the Blatant Beast,
And Roland's horn, and that war-scattering shout
Of all-unarmed Achilles, aegis-crowned.
And perilous lands thou sawest, sounding shores
And seas and forests drear, island and dale
And mountain dark. For thou with Tristram rod'st
Or Bedivere, in farthest Lyonesse.
Thou hadst a booth in Samarcand, whereat
Side-looking Magians trafficked; thence, by night,
An Afreet snatched thee, and with wings upbore
Beyond the Aral mount; or, hoping gain,
Thou, with a jar of money, didst embark,
For Balsorah, by sea. But chiefly thou
In that clear air took'st life: in Arcady
The haunted, land of song; and by the wells
Where most the gods frequent. There Chiron old,
In the Pelethronian antre, taught thee lore;
The plants, he taught, and by the shining stars
In forests dim to steer. There hast thou seen
Immortal Pan dance secret in a glade,
And, dancing, roll his eyes; these where they fell,
Shed glee, and through the congregated oaks
A flying horror winged; while all the earth
To the god's pregnant footing thrilled within.
Or whiles, besides the sobbing stream, he breathed,
In his clutched pipe, unformed and wizard strains,
Divine yet brutal; wich the forest heard,
And thou, with awe; and far upon the plain
The unthinking ploughman started and gave ear.
古典に、オゥ友よ、貴方の魂は留る。
そこで、ずっと、貴方の幼年時代は過ぎて行った。
そしてそこに、大いなる期待、大いなる喜びと偉業の数々、希望と恐怖に?き乱され貴方の心は揺れ動いた。
そして貴方は昔のブラタントゥ・ビ―ストゥ、ラウランの角、そしてあの戦争で分かれ分かれになっている全く武器を持たないアキレス、戴冠したアエギスの悲鳴を耳にした。
それから貴方が出遭った危険な陸地、音のある岸と海と森はもの淋しげで、島と谷、そして山は色濃く。
貴方はサマル力ンドゥに仮小屋を持った。
そこで、一方的にマギ族は売買した。
だから、闇で、悪魔が貴方を手に入れた。
そしてアラル山を越え、翼を広げて支えた。
又、利益を期待しつつ、貴方は、―壷のお金を持ち、バルソラに向かって、海路、無理を押して出航した。
何れにせよ、主として貴方は澄んだ空気の中で命を費す。
アル力ディ―で、あの取り憑かれた、詩歌の国、
多くの神々が郡がり集まる泉の側
ペレスロ二アンの同窟の中で貴方に学問を教えた。
植物を、彼は教えた。それに輝く星によって、薄暗い森の中、進む事。
そこで貴方は、神聖なパンが湿地帯で人知れず踊るのを見た。

Now things there are that, upon him who sees,
A strong vocation lay; and strains there are
That whoso hears shall hear for evermore.
For everymore thou hear'st immortal Pan
And those melodious godheads, ever young
And ever quiring, on the mountains old,
What was this earth, child of the gods, to thee?
Forth from thy dreamland thou, a dreamer, cam'st,
And in thine ears the olden music rang,
And in thy mind the doings of the dead,
And those heroic ages long forgot.
To a so fallen earth, alas! too late.
Alas! in evil days, thy steps return,
To list at noon for nightingales, to grow
A dweller on the beach till Argo come
That came long since, a lingerer by the pool
Where that desired angel bathes no more.

As when the Indian to Dakota comes,
Or farthest Idaho, and where he dwelt,
He with his clan, a humming city finds;
Thereon awhile, amazed, he stares, and then
To right and leftward, like a questing dog,
Seeks first the ancestral altars, then the hearth
Long cold with rains, and where old terror lodged,
And where the dead. So thee undying Hope,
With all her pack, hunts screaming through the years:
Here, there, thou fleeest; but not here nor there
The pleasant gods abide, the glory dwells.

That, that was not Apollo, not the god.
This was not Venus, though she Venus seemed
A moment. And though fair you river move.
She, all the way, from disenchanted fount
To seas unhallowed runs; the gods forsook
Long since her trembling rushes; from her plains
Disconsolate, long since adventure fled;
And now although the inviting river flows,
And every poplared cape, and every bend
Or willowy islet, win upon thy soul
And to thy hopeful shallop whisper speed;
Yet hope not thou at all; hope is no more;
And O, long since the golden groves are dead,
The faery cities vanished from the land!

21:38 2016/02/29月

2016年4月23日土曜日

Et Tu In Arcadia Vixisti4/Robert Louis Stevenson翻訳

Et Tu In Arcadia Vixisti
From Underwoods
(To R. A. M. S.)
Robert Louis Stevenson

In ancient tales, O friend, thy spirit dwelt;
There, from of old, thy childhood passed; and there
High expectation, high delights and deeds,
Thy fluttering heart with hope and terror moved.
And thou hast heard of yore the Blatant Beast,
And Roland's horn, and that war-scattering shout
Of all-unarmed Achilles, aegis-crowned.
And perilous lands thou sawest, sounding shores
And seas and forests drear, island and dale
And mountain dark. For thou with Tristram rod'st
Or Bedivere, in farthest Lyonesse.
Thou hadst a booth in Samarcand, whereat
Side-looking Magians trafficked; thence, by night,
An Afreet snatched thee, and with wings upbore
Beyond the Aral mount; or, hoping gain,
Thou, with a jar of money, didst embark,
For Balsorah, by sea. But chiefly thou
In that clear air took'st life: in Arcady
The haunted, land of song; and by the wells
Where most the gods frequent. There Chiron old,
In the Pelethronian antre, taught thee lore;
The plants, he taught, and by the shining stars
In forests dim to steer. There hast thou seen
Immortal Pan dance secret in a glade,
And, dancing, roll his eyes; these where they fell,
Shed glee, and through the congregated oaks
A flying horror winged; while all the earth
To the god's pregnant footing thrilled within.
Or whiles, besides the sobbing stream, he breathed,
In his clutched pipe, unformed and wizard strains,
Divine yet brutal; wich the forest heard,
And thou, with awe; and far upon the plain
The unthinking ploughman started and gave ear.
古典に、オゥ友よ、貴方の魂は留る。
そこで、ずっと、貴方の幼年時代は過ぎて行った。
そしてそこに、大いなる期待、大いなる喜びと偉業の数々、希望と恐怖に?き乱され貴方の心は揺れ動いた。
そして貴方は昔のブラタントゥ・ビ―ストゥ、ラウランの角、そしてあの戦争で分かれ分かれになっている全く武器を持たないアキレス、戴冠したアエギスの悲鳴を耳にした。
それから貴方が出遭った危険な陸地、音のある岸と海と森はもの淋しげで、島と谷、そして山は色濃く。
貴方はサマル力ンドゥに仮小屋を持った。
そこで、一方的にマギ族は売買した。
だから、闇で、悪魔が貴方を手に入れた。
そしてアラル山を越え、翼を広げて支えた。
又、利益を期待しつつ、貴方は、―壷のお金を持ち、バルソラに向かって、海路、無理を押して出航した。
何れにせよ、主として貴方は澄んだ空気の中で命を費す。
アル力ディ―で、あの取り憑かれた、詩歌の国、
多くの神々が郡がり集まる泉の側。

Now things there are that, upon him who sees,
A strong vocation lay; and strains there are
That whoso hears shall hear for evermore.
For everymore thou hear'st immortal Pan
And those melodious godheads, ever young
And ever quiring, on the mountains old,
What was this earth, child of the gods, to thee?
Forth from thy dreamland thou, a dreamer, cam'st,
And in thine ears the olden music rang,
And in thy mind the doings of the dead,
And those heroic ages long forgot.
To a so fallen earth, alas! too late.
Alas! in evil days, thy steps return,
To list at noon for nightingales, to grow
A dweller on the beach till Argo come
That came long since, a lingerer by the pool
Where that desired angel bathes no more.

As when the Indian to Dakota comes,
Or farthest Idaho, and where he dwelt,
He with his clan, a humming city finds;
Thereon awhile, amazed, he stares, and then
To right and leftward, like a questing dog,
Seeks first the ancestral altars, then the hearth
Long cold with rains, and where old terror lodged,
And where the dead. So thee undying Hope,
With all her pack, hunts screaming through the years:
Here, there, thou fleeest; but not here nor there
The pleasant gods abide, the glory dwells.

That, that was not Apollo, not the god.
This was not Venus, though she Venus seemed
A moment. And though fair you river move.
She, all the way, from disenchanted fount
To seas unhallowed runs; the gods forsook
Long since her trembling rushes; from her plains
Disconsolate, long since adventure fled;
And now although the inviting river flows,
And every poplared cape, and every bend
Or willowy islet, win upon thy soul
And to thy hopeful shallop whisper speed;
Yet hope not thou at all; hope is no more;
And O, long since the golden groves are dead,
The faery cities vanished from the land!

21:15 2016/02/28日

2016年4月22日金曜日

Et Tu In Arcadia Vixisti3/Robert Louis Stevenson翻訳

Et Tu In Arcadia Vixisti
From Underwoods
(To R. A. M. S.)
Robert Louis Stevenson

In ancient tales, O friend, thy spirit dwelt;
There, from of old, thy childhood passed; and there
High expectation, high delights and deeds,
Thy fluttering heart with hope and terror moved.
And thou hast heard of yore the Blatant Beast,
And Roland's horn, and that war-scattering shout
Of all-unarmed Achilles, aegis-crowned.
And perilous lands thou sawest, sounding shores
And seas and forests drear, island and dale
And mountain dark. For thou with Tristram rod'st
Or Bedivere, in farthest Lyonesse.
Thou hadst a booth in Samarcand, whereat
Side-looking Magians trafficked; thence, by night,
An Afreet snatched thee, and with wings upbore
Beyond the Aral mount; or, hoping gain,
Thou, with a jar of money, didst embark,
For Balsorah, by sea. But chiefly thou
In that clear air took'st life: in Arcady
The haunted, land of song; and by the wells
Where most the gods frequent. There Chiron old,
In the Pelethronian antre, taught thee lore;
The plants, he taught, and by the shining stars
In forests dim to steer. There hast thou seen
Immortal Pan dance secret in a glade,
And, dancing, roll his eyes; these where they fell,
Shed glee, and through the congregated oaks
A flying horror winged; while all the earth
To the god's pregnant footing thrilled within.
Or whiles, besides the sobbing stream, he breathed,
In his clutched pipe, unformed and wizard strains,
Divine yet brutal; wich the forest heard,
And thou, with awe; and far upon the plain
The unthinking ploughman started and gave ear.
古典に、オゥ友よ、貴方の魂は留る。
そこで、ずっと、貴方の幼年時代は過ぎて行った。
そしてそこに、大いなる期待、大いなる喜びと偉業の数々、希望と恐怖に?き乱され貴方の心は揺れ動いた。
そして貴方は昔のブラタントゥ・ビ―ストゥ、ラウランの角、そしてあの戦争で分かれ分かれになっている全く武器を持たないアキレス、戴冠したアエギスの悲鳴を耳にした。
それから貴方が出遭った危険な陸地、音のある岸と海と森はもの淋しげで、島と谷、そして山は色濃く。
貴方はサマル力ンドゥに仮小屋を持った。
そこで、一方的にマギ族は売買した。
だから、闇で、悪魔が貴方を手に入れた。
そしてアラル山を越え、翼を広げて支えた。

Now things there are that, upon him who sees,
A strong vocation lay; and strains there are
That whoso hears shall hear for evermore.
For everymore thou hear'st immortal Pan
And those melodious godheads, ever young
And ever quiring, on the mountains old,
What was this earth, child of the gods, to thee?
Forth from thy dreamland thou, a dreamer, cam'st,
And in thine ears the olden music rang,
And in thy mind the doings of the dead,
And those heroic ages long forgot.
To a so fallen earth, alas! too late.
Alas! in evil days, thy steps return,
To list at noon for nightingales, to grow
A dweller on the beach till Argo come
That came long since, a lingerer by the pool
Where that desired angel bathes no more.

As when the Indian to Dakota comes,
Or farthest Idaho, and where he dwelt,
He with his clan, a humming city finds;
Thereon awhile, amazed, he stares, and then
To right and leftward, like a questing dog,
Seeks first the ancestral altars, then the hearth
Long cold with rains, and where old terror lodged,
And where the dead. So thee undying Hope,
With all her pack, hunts screaming through the years:
Here, there, thou fleeest; but not here nor there
The pleasant gods abide, the glory dwells.

That, that was not Apollo, not the god.
This was not Venus, though she Venus seemed
A moment. And though fair you river move.
She, all the way, from disenchanted fount
To seas unhallowed runs; the gods forsook
Long since her trembling rushes; from her plains
Disconsolate, long since adventure fled;
And now although the inviting river flows,
And every poplared cape, and every bend
Or willowy islet, win upon thy soul
And to thy hopeful shallop whisper speed;
Yet hope not thou at all; hope is no more;
And O, long since the golden groves are dead,
The faery cities vanished from the land!

21:50 2016/02/27土

2016年4月21日木曜日

Et Tu In Arcadia Vixisti2/Robert Louis Stevenson翻訳

Et Tu In Arcadia Vixisti
From Underwoods
(To R. A. M. S.)
Robert Louis Stevenson

In ancient tales, O friend, thy spirit dwelt;
There, from of old, thy childhood passed; and there
High expectation, high delights and deeds,
Thy fluttering heart with hope and terror moved.
And thou hast heard of yore the Blatant Beast,
And Roland's horn, and that war-scattering shout
Of all-unarmed Achilles, aegis-crowned.
And perilous lands thou sawest, sounding shores
And seas and forests drear, island and dale
And mountain dark. For thou with Tristram rod'st
Or Bedivere, in farthest Lyonesse.
Thou hadst a booth in Samarcand, whereat
Side-looking Magians trafficked; thence, by night,
An Afreet snatched thee, and with wings upbore
Beyond the Aral mount; or, hoping gain,
Thou, with a jar of money, didst embark,
For Balsorah, by sea. But chiefly thou
In that clear air took'st life: in Arcady
The haunted, land of song; and by the wells
Where most the gods frequent. There Chiron old,
In the Pelethronian antre, taught thee lore;
The plants, he taught, and by the shining stars
In forests dim to steer. There hast thou seen
Immortal Pan dance secret in a glade,
And, dancing, roll his eyes; these where they fell,
Shed glee, and through the congregated oaks
A flying horror winged; while all the earth
To the god's pregnant footing thrilled within.
Or whiles, besides the sobbing stream, he breathed,
In his clutched pipe, unformed and wizard strains,
Divine yet brutal; wich the forest heard,
And thou, with awe; and far upon the plain
The unthinking ploughman started and gave ear.
古典に、オゥ友よ、貴方の魂は留る。
そこで、ずっと、貴方の幼年時代は過ぎて行った。
そしてそこに、大いなる期待、大いなる喜びと偉業の数々、
希望と恐怖に?き乱され貴方の心は揺れ動いた。
そして貴方は昔のブラタントゥ・ビ―ストゥ、ラウランの角、
そしてあの戦争で分かれ分かれになっている全く武器を持たないアキレス、
戴冠したアエギスの悲鳴を耳にした。
それから貴方が出遭った危険な陸地、音のある岸と海と森はもの淋しげで、
島と谷、そして山は色濃く。

Now things there are that, upon him who sees,
A strong vocation lay; and strains there are
That whoso hears shall hear for evermore.
For everymore thou hear'st immortal Pan
And those melodious godheads, ever young
And ever quiring, on the mountains old,
What was this earth, child of the gods, to thee?
Forth from thy dreamland thou, a dreamer, cam'st,
And in thine ears the olden music rang,
And in thy mind the doings of the dead,
And those heroic ages long forgot.
To a so fallen earth, alas! too late.
Alas! in evil days, thy steps return,
To list at noon for nightingales, to grow
A dweller on the beach till Argo come
That came long since, a lingerer by the pool
Where that desired angel bathes no more.

As when the Indian to Dakota comes,
Or farthest Idaho, and where he dwelt,
He with his clan, a humming city finds;
Thereon awhile, amazed, he stares, and then
To right and leftward, like a questing dog,
Seeks first the ancestral altars, then the hearth
Long cold with rains, and where old terror lodged,
And where the dead. So thee undying Hope,
With all her pack, hunts screaming through the years:
Here, there, thou fleeest; but not here nor there
The pleasant gods abide, the glory dwells.

That, that was not Apollo, not the god.
This was not Venus, though she Venus seemed
A moment. And though fair you river move.
She, all the way, from disenchanted fount
To seas unhallowed runs; the gods forsook
Long since her trembling rushes; from her plains
Disconsolate, long since adventure fled;
And now although the inviting river flows,
And every poplared cape, and every bend
Or willowy islet, win upon thy soul
And to thy hopeful shallop whisper speed;
Yet hope not thou at all; hope is no more;
And O, long since the golden groves are dead,
The faery cities vanished from the land!

19:50 2016/02/26金

2016年4月20日水曜日

Et Tu In Arcadia Vixisti1/Robert Louis Stevenson翻訳

Et Tu In Arcadia Vixisti
From Underwoods
(To R. A. M. S.)
Robert Louis Stevenson

In ancient tales, O friend, thy spirit dwelt;
There, from of old, thy childhood passed; and there
High expectation, high delights and deeds,
Thy fluttering heart with hope and terror moved.
And thou hast heard of yore the Blatant Beast,
And Roland's horn, and that war-scattering shout
Of all-unarmed Achilles, aegis-crowned.
And perilous lands thou sawest, sounding shores
And seas and forests drear, island and dale
And mountain dark. For thou with Tristram rod'st
Or Bedivere, in farthest Lyonesse.
Thou hadst a booth in Samarcand, whereat
Side-looking Magians trafficked; thence, by night,
An Afreet snatched thee, and with wings upbore
Beyond the Aral mount; or, hoping gain,
Thou, with a jar of money, didst embark,
For Balsorah, by sea. But chiefly thou
In that clear air took'st life: in Arcady
The haunted, land of song; and by the wells
Where most the gods frequent. There Chiron old,
In the Pelethronian antre, taught thee lore;
The plants, he taught, and by the shining stars
In forests dim to steer. There hast thou seen
Immortal Pan dance secret in a glade,
And, dancing, roll his eyes; these where they fell,
Shed glee, and through the congregated oaks
A flying horror winged; while all the earth
To the god's pregnant footing thrilled within.
Or whiles, besides the sobbing stream, he breathed,
In his clutched pipe, unformed and wizard strains,
Divine yet brutal; wich the forest heard,
And thou, with awe; and far upon the plain
The unthinking ploughman started and gave ear.
古典に、オゥ友よ、貴方の魂は留る。
そこで、ずっと、貴方の幼年時代は過ぎて行った。
そしてそこに、大いなる期待、大いなる喜びと偉業の数々、
希望と恐怖にかき乱され貴方の心は揺れ動いた。

Now things there are that, upon him who sees,
A strong vocation lay; and strains there are
That whoso hears shall hear for evermore.
For everymore thou hear'st immortal Pan
And those melodious godheads, ever young
And ever quiring, on the mountains old,
What was this earth, child of the gods, to thee?
Forth from thy dreamland thou, a dreamer, cam'st,
And in thine ears the olden music rang,
And in thy mind the doings of the dead,
And those heroic ages long forgot.
To a so fallen earth, alas! too late.
Alas! in evil days, thy steps return,
To list at noon for nightingales, to grow
A dweller on the beach till Argo come
That came long since, a lingerer by the pool
Where that desired angel bathes no more.

As when the Indian to Dakota comes,
Or farthest Idaho, and where he dwelt,
He with his clan, a humming city finds;
Thereon awhile, amazed, he stares, and then
To right and leftward, like a questing dog,
Seeks first the ancestral altars, then the hearth
Long cold with rains, and where old terror lodged,
And where the dead. So thee undying Hope,
With all her pack, hunts screaming through the years:
Here, there, thou fleeest; but not here nor there
The pleasant gods abide, the glory dwells.

That, that was not Apollo, not the god.
This was not Venus, though she Venus seemed
A moment. And though fair you river move.
She, all the way, from disenchanted fount
To seas unhallowed runs; the gods forsook
Long since her trembling rushes; from her plains
Disconsolate, long since adventure fled;
And now although the inviting river flows,
And every poplared cape, and every bend
Or willowy islet, win upon thy soul
And to thy hopeful shallop whisper speed;
Yet hope not thou at all; hope is no more;
And O, long since the golden groves are dead,
The faery cities vanished from the land!

19:50 2016/02/25木

2016年4月19日火曜日

To Andrew Lang4/Robert Louis Stevenson翻訳

To Andrew Lang
From Underwoods
Robert Louis Stevenson

Dear Andrew, with the brindled hair
Who glory to have thrown in air,
High over arm, the trembling reed,
By Ale and Kail, by Till and Tweed:
An equal craft of hand you show
The pen to guide, the fly to throw:
I count you happy starred: for God,
When he with inkpot and with rod
Endowed you, bade your fortune lead
Forever by the crooks of Tweed,
Forever by the woods of song
And lands that to the Muse belong;
Or if in peopled streets, or in
The abhorred pedantic sanhedrim,
It should be yours to wander, still
Airs of the morn, airs of the hill,
The plovery Forest and the seas
That breaks about the Hebrides,
Should follow over field and plain
And find you at the window pane;
And you again see hill and peel,
And the bright springs gush at your heel.
So went the fiat forth, and so
Garrulous like a brook you go,
With sound of happy mirth and sheen
Of daylight -- whether by the green
You fare that moment, or the grey;
Whether you dwell in March or May;
Or whether treat of reels and rods
Or of the old unhappy gods:
Still like a brook your page has shone,
And your ink sings of Helicon.
斑(まだら)色の髪をした親愛なるアンドリュウ
腕を頭上高く宙に振り上げる事を誰が誇るだろう
震える葦笛
エイルとケイルに近く
ティルとトゥイ―ドゥに近く
貴方が見せるそれ相応の手仕事
指し示そうとするペン
投げようとする飛球
僕は貴方は幸運だと思う
彼がインク瓶やラッドゥを貴方に与えたら
トゥイ―ドゥの司教丈によって永遠に
歌の森やミュ―ズがつきものの陸を過ぎて永遠に
至る貴方の幸運を紹いた
或いはもし人の住む街で、或いは嫌われる学者ぶったサニドゥリムにあっても
流離う事は、貴方に付随する事であるべきだ
変わらない、朝の微風、丘の微風
あの千鳥の森やあの海に
へブライの夜が明ける
畑や平原の端から端まで辿り、何時か貴方を窓ガラスに見る
それから貴方は再び丘と小さな城砦を確認する
そして貴方の踵(かかと)に晴れ晴れとした春が迸(ほとばし)る
谷川のようにさらさらと音を立てながら
昼間の幸せそうな陽気と光の気配と共に貴方は進む
だから認められ前に進んだ
グリ―ンによって貴方はその時を切り抜けるのか、或いはグレイで
それでも未だ小川のように貴方のペイジは輝いていた
そして貴方のインクはへリコン山を称えて歌う
貴方は三月に留るのか戓いは五月に
或いはリ一ルと釣竿の
或いは典型的不運を呼び込む神々の餌を
それでも未だ小川のように貴方のペイジは輝いていた
そして貴方のインクはへリコン山を称えて歌う

22:01 2016/02/24火

2016年4月18日月曜日

To Andrew Lang3/Robert Louis Stevenson翻訳

To Andrew Lang
From Underwoods
Robert Louis Stevenson

Dear Andrew, with the brindled hair
Who glory to have thrown in air,
High over arm, the trembling reed,
By Ale and Kail, by Till and Tweed:
An equal craft of hand you show
The pen to guide, the fly to throw:
I count you happy starred: for God,
When he with inkpot and with rod
Endowed you, bade your fortune lead
Forever by the crooks of Tweed,
Forever by the woods of song
And lands that to the Muse belong;
Or if in peopled streets, or in
The abhorred pedantic sanhedrim,
It should be yours to wander, still
Airs of the morn, airs of the hill,
The plovery Forest and the seas
That breaks about the Hebrides,
Should follow over field and plain
And find you at the window pane;
And you again see hill and peel,
And the bright springs gush at your heel.
So went the fiat forth, and so
Garrulous like a brook you go,
With sound of happy mirth and sheen
Of daylight -- whether by the green
You fare that moment, or the grey;
Whether you dwell in March or May;
Or whether treat of reels and rods
Or of the old unhappy gods:
Still like a brook your page has shone,
And your ink sings of Helicon.
斑(まだら)色の髪をした親愛なるアンドレ
腕を頭上高く宙に振り上げる事を誰が誇るだろう
震える葦笛
エイルとケイルに近く
ティルとトゥイ―ドゥに近く
貴方が見せるそれ相応の手仕事
指し示そうとするペン
投げようとする飛球
僕は貴方は幸運だと思う
彼がインク瓶やラッドゥを貴方に与えたら
トゥイ―ドゥの司教丈によって永遠に
歌の森やミュ―ズがつきものの陸を過ぎて永遠に
至る貴方の幸運を紹いた
或いはもし人の住む街で、或いは嫌われる学者ぶったサニドゥリムにあっても
流離う事は、貴方に付随する事であるべきだ
変わらない、朝の微風、丘の微風
あの千鳥の森やあの海に
へブライの夜が明ける
畑や平原の端から端まで辿り、何時か貴方を窓ガラスに見る

21:23 2016/02/22月

2016年4月17日日曜日

To Andrew Lang2/Robert Louis Stevenson翻訳

To Andrew Lang
From Underwoods
Robert Louis Stevenson

Dear Andrew, wi23:13 2016/02/20th the brindled hair
Who glory to have thrown in air,
High over arm, the trembling reed,
By Ale and Kail, by Till and Tweed:
An equal craft of hand you show
The pen to guide, the fly to throw:
I count you happy starred: for God,
When he with inkpot and with rod
Endowed you, bade your fortune lead
Forever by the crooks of Tweed,
Forever by the woods of song
And lands that to the Muse belong;
Or if in peopled streets, or in
The abhorred pedantic sanhedrim,
It should be yours to wander, still
Airs of the morn, airs of the hill,
The plovery Forest and the seas
That breaks about the Hebrides,
Should follow over field and plain
And find you at the window pane;
And you again see hill and peel,
And the bright springs gush at your heel.
So went the fiat forth, and so
Garrulous like a brook you go,
With sound of happy mirth and sheen
Of daylight -- whether by the green
You fare that moment, or the grey;
Whether you dwell in March or May;
Or whether treat of reels and rods
Or of the old unhappy gods:
Still like a brook your page has shone,
And your ink sings of Helicon.
斑(まだら)色の髪をした親愛なるアンドレ
腕を頭上高く宙に振り上げる事を誰が誇るだろう
震える葦笛
エイルとケイルに近く
ティルとトゥイ―ドゥに近く
貴方が見せるそれ相応の手仕事
指し示そうとするペン
投げようとする飛球
僕は貴方は幸運だと思う
彼がインク瓶やラッドゥを貴方に与えたら
トゥイ―ドゥの司教丈によって永遠に
歌の森やミュ―ズがつきものの陸を過ぎて永遠に
至る貴方の幸運を紹いた

23:13 2016/02/21日

2016年4月16日土曜日

To Andrew Lang/Robert Louis Stevenson翻訳

To Andrew Lang
From Underwoods
Robert Louis Stevenson

Dear Andrew, wi23:13 2016/02/20th the brindled hair
Who glory to have thrown in air,
High over arm, the trembling reed,
By Ale and Kail, by Till and Tweed:
An equal craft of hand you show
The pen to guide, the fly to throw:
I count you happy starred: for God,
When he with inkpot and with rod
Endowed you, bade your fortune lead
Forever by the crooks of Tweed,
Forever by the woods of song
And lands that to the Muse belong;
Or if in peopled streets, or in
The abhorred pedantic sanhedrim,
It should be yours to wander, still
Airs of the morn, airs of the hill,
The plovery Forest and the seas
That breaks about the Hebrides,
Should follow over field and plain
And find you at the window pane;
And you again see hill and peel,
And the bright springs gush at your heel.
So went the fiat forth, and so
Garrulous like a brook you go,
With sound of happy mirth and sheen
Of daylight -- whether by the green
You fare that moment, or the grey;
Whether you dwell in March or May;
Or whether treat of reels and rods
Or of the old unhappy gods:
Still like a brook your page has shone,
And your ink sings of Helicon.
斑(まだら)色の髪をした親愛なるアンドレ
腕を頭上高く宙に振り上げる事を誰が誇るだろう
震える葦笛
エイルとケイルに近く
ティルとトゥイ―ドゥに近く
貴方が見せるそれ相応の手仕事
指し示そうとするペン
投げようとする飛球
僕は貴方は幸運だと思う

23:13 2016/02/20土

2016年4月15日金曜日

To H. F. Brown.4/Robert Louis Stevenson翻訳

To H. F. Brown.
From Underwoods
(Written during a dangerous sichness)

I sit and wait a pair of oars
On cis-Elysian river-shores.
Where the immortal dead have sate,
'T is mine to sit and meditate;
To re-ascend life's rivulet,
Without remorse, without regret;
And sing my Alma Genetrix
Among the willows of the Styx.
僕はこちらのイリジアンの川岸に座って
漕ぎ舟を待っている
神聖な死者が向かう場所
座ってじっくり考える事も
命の小川を再び上る事も
良心の咎めもなく、悔恨もなく
それは僕の求めるもの
だからスティクスの柳に囲まれた
我がアルマ.ジェネトゥリクスを讃えよ

And lo, as my serener soul
Did these unhappy shores patrol,
And wait with an attentive ear
The coming of the gondolier,
Your fire-surviving roll I took,
Your spirited and happy book; *
Whereon, despite my frowning fate,
It di雪d my soul so recreated
That all my fancies fled away
On a Venetian holiday.
そして見よ、僕の幾分澄み切った心のように
この不幸な岸は巡回したか
ゴンドラの舟唄の接近を
一心に耳を傾けて待ち侘びる
貴方が誘う命拾いの横揺れ
貴方の勇しく幸福な書
僕の眉を顰めるような運命を軽蔑する
それは僕の心を実に元気付けるので
僕の幻想の全てはヴェネチアの休日に消え去った

Now, thanks to your triumphant care,
Your pages clear as April air,
The sails, the bells, the birds, I know,
And the far-off Friulan snow;
The land and sea, the sun and shade,
And the blue even lamp-inlaid.
For this, for these, for all, O friend,
For your whole book from end to end --
For Paron Piero's muttonham --
I your defaulting debtor am.
Perchance, reviving, yet may I
To your sea-paven city hie,
And in a felze, some day yet
Light at your pipe my cigarette.
今は、成巧を収めた貴方の苦労に感謝する
貴方の書物は四月の外気のように明快だ
帆船、鐘の音、鳥、僕には分かる、
そして遠く離れたフリウランの雪
陸地と海、日向と日影、
そうして青い落ち着いた鏤(ちりば)められたランプの灯り
この為に、これらの為に、全ての為に、オゥ友よ、
貴方の端から端まで貴方の全書物の為に
パロンピエロのマトゥンハムの為に--
僕は貴方の怠るばかりの債務者
おそらく、生き残るという事は、
貴方の海に舗装された街へ今急ぐ事だろう
そして、felzeの中で何時の日かやがて
僕の煙草に貴方のパイプで火を点けて

23:37 2016/02/19金

2016年4月14日木曜日

To H. F. Brown.3/Robert Louis Stevenson翻訳

To H. F. Brown.
From Underwoods
(Written during a dangerous sichness)

I sit and wait a pair of oars
On cis-Elysian river-shores.
Where the immortal dead have sate,
'T is mine to sit and meditate;
To re-ascend life's rivulet,
Without remorse, without regret;
And sing my Alma Genetrix
Among the willows of the Styx.
僕はこちらのイリジアンの川岸に座って
漕ぎ舟を待っている
神聖な死者が向かう場所
座ってじっくり考える事も
命の小川を再び上る事も
良心の咎めもなく、悔恨もなく
それは僕の求めるもの
だからスティクスの柳に囲まれた
我がアルマ.ジェネトゥリクスを讃えよ

And lo, as my serener soul
Did these unhappy shores patrol,
And wait with an attentive ear
The coming of the gondolier,
Your fire-surviving roll I took,
Your spirited and happy book; *
Whereon, despite my frowning fate,
It di雪d my soul so recreated
That all my fancies fled away
On a Venetian holiday.
そして見よ、僕の幾分澄み切った心のように
この不幸な岸は巡回したか
ゴンドラの舟唄の接近を
一心に耳を傾けて待ち侘びる
貴方が誘う命拾いの横揺れ
貴方の勇しく幸福な書
僕の眉を顰めるような運命を軽蔑する
それは僕の心を実に元気付けるので
僕の幻想の全てはヴェネチアの休日に消え去った

Now, thanks to your triumphant care,
Your pages clear as April air,
The sails, the bells, the birds, I know,
And the far-off Friulan snow;
The land and sea, the sun and shade,
And the blue even lamp-inlaid.
For this, for these, for all, O friend,
For your whole book from end to end --
For Paron Piero's muttonham --
I your defaulting debtor am.
Perchance, reviving, yet may I
To your sea-paven city hie,
And in a felze, some day yet
Light at your pipe my cigarette.
今は、成巧を収めた貴方の苦労に感謝する
貴方の書物は四月の外気のように明快だ
帆船、鐘の音、鳥、僕には分かる、
そして遠く離れたフリウランの雪
陸地と海、日向と日影、
そうして青い落ち着いた鏤(ちりば)められたランプの灯り
この為に、これらの為に、全ての為に、オゥ友よ、
貴方の端から端まで貴方の全書物の為に
パロンピエロのマトゥンハムの為に--
僕は貴方の怠るばかりの債務者

23:37 2016/02/18木

2016年4月13日水曜日

To H. F. Brown.2/Robert Louis Stevenson翻訳

To H. F. Brown.
From Underwoods
(Written during a dangerous sichness)

I sit and wait a pair of oars
On cis-Elysian river-shores.
Where the immortal dead have sate,
'T is mine to sit and meditate;
To re-ascend life's rivulet,
Without remorse, without regret;
And sing my Alma Genetrix
Among the willows of the Styx.
僕はこちらのイリジアンの川岸に座って
漕ぎ舟を待っている
神聖な死者が向かう場所
座ってじっくり考える事も
命の小川を再び上る事も
良心の咎めもなく、悔恨もなく
それは僕の求めるもの
だからスティクスの柳に囲まれた
我がアルマ.ジェネトゥリクスを讃えよ

And lo, as my serener soul
Did these unhappy shores patrol,
And wait with an attentive ear
The coming of the gondolier,
Your fire-surviving roll I took,
Your spirited and happy book; *
Whereon, despite my frowning fate,
It di雪d my soul so recreated
That all my fancies fled away
On a Venetian holiday.
そして見よ、僕の幾分澄み切った心のように
この不幸な岸は巡回したか
ゴンドラの舟唄の接近を
一心に耳を傾けて待ち侘びる
貴方が誘う命拾いの横揺れ
貴方の勇しく幸福な書
僕の眉を顰めるような運命を軽蔑する
それは僕の心を実に元気付けるので
僕の幻想の全てはヴェネチアの休日に消え去った

Now, thanks to your triumphant care,
Your pages clear as April air,
The sails, the bells, the birds, I know,
And the far-off Friulan snow;
The land and sea, the sun and shade,
And the blue even lamp-inlaid.
For this, for these, for all, O friend,
For your whole book from end to end --
For Paron Piero's muttonham --
I your defaulting debtor am.
Perchance, reviving, yet may I
To your sea-paven city hie,
And in a felze, some day yet
Light at your pipe my cigarette.

23:37 2016/02/17水

2016年4月12日火曜日

To H. F. Brown.1/Robert Louis Stevenson翻訳

To H. F. Brown.
From Underwoods
(Written during a dangerous sichness)

I sit and wait a pair of oars
On cis-Elysian river-shores.
Where the immortal dead have sate,
'T is mine to sit and meditate;
To re-ascend life's rivulet,
Without remorse, without regret;
And sing my Alma Genetrix
Among the willows of the Styx.
僕はこちらのイリジアンの川岸に座って漕ぎ舟を待っている
神聖な死者が向かう場所
座ってじっくり考える事も
命の小川を再び上る事も
良心の咎めもなく、悔恨もなく
それは僕の求めるもの
だからスティクスの柳に囲まれた
我がアルマ.ジェネトゥリクスを讃えよ

And lo, as my serener soul
Did these unhappy shores patrol,
And wait with an attentive ear
The coming of the gondolier,
Your fire-surviving roll I took,
Your spirited and happy book; *
Whereon, despite my frowning fate,
It did my soul so recreate
That all my fancies fled away
On a Venetian holiday.

Now, thanks to your triumphant care,
Your pages clear as April air,
The sails, the bells, the birds, I know,
And the far-off Friulan snow;
The land and sea, the sun and shade,
And the blue even lamp-inlaid.
For this, for these, for all, O friend,
For your whole book from end to end --
For Paron Piero's muttonham --
I your defaulting debtor am.
Perchance, reviving, yet may I
To your sea-paven city hie,
And in a felze, some day yet
Light at your pipe my cigarette.

20:45 2016/02/16火

2016年4月11日月曜日

To Mrs. Will. H. Low.4/Robert Louis Stevenson翻訳

To Mrs. Will. H. Low.
From Underwoods
Robert Louis Stevenson

Even in the bluest noonday of July,
There could not run the smallest breath of wind
But all the quarter sounded like a wood;
And in the chequered silence and above
The hum of city cabs that sought the Bois,
Suburban ashes shivered into song.
A patter and a chatter and a chirp
And a long dying hiss -- it was as though
Starched old brocaded dames through all the house
Had trailed a strident skirt, or her whole sky
Even in a wink had over-brimmed in rain.
Hark, in these shady parlours, how it talks
Of the near autumn, how the smitten ash
Trembles and augurs floods! O not too long
In these inconstant latitudes delay,
O not too late from the unbeloved north
Trim your escape! For soon shall this low roof
Resound indeed with rain, soon shall your eyes
Search the foul garden, search the darkened rooms,
Nor find one jewel but the blazing log.
七月のよく晴れた正午でさえ
そこには、僅かな微風も流れて来なかった
しかし街全体が森のように思えた
そして数奇な静寂の中で、街の悪臭の上手に森を探そうと車で乗りつける
田舎の廃墟が歌に震えた
ぱたぱたやペちゃペちゃやちゅっちゅっや長い消え入りそうなしゅうっという音
それはまるで家中古い金襴の貴婦人達を糊付けしているかのようだった
きぃきぃいうスカ―トゥを引き摺ったのか、彼女の欠けたところのない空は忽ち雨で溢れた
聞け、この秘密の社交室でそれは来たるベき秋をどれ程物語り、滅んでゆく廃墟は、どれ程脅え、予言者が殺倒する事か!
あああまりにも長くこの定まらないい寛容の中でぐずぐずしてはならない
オゥ愛されなかった北からあまり遅くならないで
貴方の現実逃避をあまり手遅れにならない内に刈り取れ!
直ぐにこの低い屋根は雨で反響するでしょうか
直ぐに貴方の目はむさ苦しい庭を探し、暗くなった部屋を探でしょうか
燃える薪どころか、たった一つの宝石さえ見つからないのに

22:15 2016/02/15月

2016年4月10日日曜日

To Mrs. Will. H. Low.3/Robert Louis Stevenson翻訳

To Mrs. Will. H. Low.
From Underwoods
Robert Louis Stevenson

Even in the bluest noonday of July,
There could not run the smallest breath of wind
But all the quarter sounded like a wood;
And in the chequered silence and above
The hum of city cabs that sought the Bois,
Suburban ashes shivered into song.
A patter and a chatter and a chirp
And a long dying hiss -- it was as though
Starched old brocaded dames through all the house
Had trailed a strident skirt, or her whole sky
Even in a wink had over-brimmed in rain.
Hark, in these shady parlours, how it talks
Of the near autumn, how the smitten ash
Trembles and augurs floods! O not too long
In these inconstant latitudes delay,
O not too late from the unbeloved north
Trim your escape! For soon shall this low roof
Resound indeed with rain, soon shall your eyes
Search the foul garden, search the darkened rooms,
Nor find one jewel but the blazing log.
七月のよく晴れた正午でさえ
そこには、僅かな微風も流れて来なかった
しかし街全体が森のように思えた
そして数奇な静寂の中で、街の悪臭の上手に森を探そうと車で乗りつける
田舎の廃墟が歌に震えた
ぱたぱたやペちゃペちゃやちゅっちゅっや長い消え入りそうなしゅうっという音
それはまるで家中古い金襴の貴婦人達を糊付けしているかのようだった
きぃきぃいうスカ―トゥを引き摺ったのか、彼女の欠けたところのない空は忽ち雨で溢れた
聞け、この秘密の社交室でそれは来たるベき秋をどれ程物語り、滅んでゆく廃墟は、どれ程脅え、予言者が殺倒する事か!
あああまりにも長くこの定まらないい寛容の中でぐずぐずしてはならない
オゥ愛されなかった北からあまり遅くならないで
貴方の現実逃避をあまり手遅れにならない内に刈り取れ!

22:15 2016/02/14日

2016年4月9日土曜日

To Mrs. Will. H. Low.2/Robert Louis Stevenson翻訳

To Mrs. Will. H. Low.
From Underwoods
Robert Louis Stevenson

Even in the bluest noonday of July,
There could not run the smallest breath of wind
But all the quarter sounded like a wood;
And in the chequered silence and above
The hum of city cabs that sought the Bois,
Suburban ashes shivered into song.
A patter and a chatter and a chirp
And a long dying hiss -- it was as though
Starched old brocaded dames through all the house
Had trailed a strident skirt, or her whole sky
Even in a wink had over-brimmed in rain.
Hark, in these shady parlours, how it talks
Of the near autumn, how the smitten ash
Trembles and augurs floods! O not too long
In these inconstant latitudes delay,
O not too late from the unbeloved north
Trim your escape! For soon shall this low roof
Resound indeed with rain, soon shall your eyes
Search the foul garden, search the darkened rooms,
Nor find one jewel but the blazing log.
七月のよく晴れた正午でさえ
そこには、僅かな微風も流れて来なかった
しかし街全体が森のように思えた
そして数奇な静寂の中で、街の悪臭の上手に森を探そうと車で乗りつける
田舎の廃墟が歌に震えた
ぱたぱたやペちゃペちゃやちゅっちゅっや長い消え入りそうなしゅうっという音
それはまるで家中古い金襴の貴婦人達を糊付けしているかのようだった
きぃきぃいうスカ―トゥを引き摺ったのか、彼女の欠けたところのない空は忽ち雨で溢れた
聞け、この秘密の社交室でそれは来たるベき秋をどれ程物語り、滅んでゆく廃墟は、どれ程脅え、予言者が殺倒する事か!
あああまりにも長くこの定まらないい寛容の中でぐずぐずしてはならない
オゥ愛されなかった北からあまり遅くならないで
貴方の現実逃避をあまり手遅れにならない内に刈り取れ!
直ぐにこの低い屋根は雨で反響するでしょうか
直ぐに貴方の目はむさ苦しい庭を探し、暗くなった部屋を探でしょうか
燃える薪どころか、たった一つの宝石さえ見つからないのに

22:15 2016/02/15月

2016年4月8日金曜日

To Mrs. Will. H. Low.1/Robert Louis Stevenson翻訳

To Mrs. Will. H. Low.
From Underwoods
Robert Louis Stevenson

Even in the bluest noonday of July,
There could not run the smallest breath of wind
But all the quarter sounded like a wood;
And in the chequered silence and above
The hum of city cabs that sought the Bois,
Suburban ashes shivered into song.
A patter and a chatter and a chirp
And a long dying hiss -- it was as though
Starched old brocaded dames through all the house
Had trailed a strident skirt, or her whole sky
Even in a wink had over-brimmed in rain.
Hark, in these shady parlours, how it talks
Of the near autumn, how the smitten ash
Trembles and augurs floods! O not too long
In these inconstant latitudes delay,
O not too late from the unbeloved north
Trim your escape! For soon shall this low roof
Resound indeed with rain, soon shall your eyes
Search the foul garden, search the darkened rooms,
Nor find one jewel but the blazing log.
七月のよく晴れた正午でさえ
そこには、僅かな微風も流れて来なかった
しかし街全体が森のように思えた
そして数奇な静寂の中で、街の悪臭の上手に森を探そうと車で乗りつける

22:15 2016/02/12金

2016年4月7日木曜日

To Will. H. Low.3/Robert Louis Stevenson翻訳

To Will. H. Low.
From Underwoods
Robert Louis Stevenson

Youth now flees on feathered foot.
Faint and fainter sounds the flute,
Rarer songs of gods; and still
Somewhere on the sunny hill,
Or along the winding stream,
Through the willows, flits a dream;
Flits, but shows a smiling face,
Flees, but with so quaint a grace,
None can choose to stay at home,
All must follow, all must roam.
青春は、真(まこと)に、羽を付けたような足取りで過ぎ去る
幽(かそけ)き尚更幽(かそけ)きフル―トゥを吹くがいい
神々の稀な楽の音
そして今も陽のよく当たる丘のどこかで
戓いは曲がりくねった流れに沿って
柳の木立ちを抜けて夢のように過ぎ去る
過ぎ去るがいい、しかし笑顔を見せて
消え失せるがいい、しかし実に味な恩恵と共に
誰一人寛(くつろ)いで立ち止まる事を選べない
皆従うしかない、皆彷徨うしかない

This is unborn beauty: she
Now in air floats high and free,
Takes the sun and breaks the blue; --
Late with stooping pinion flew
Raking hedgerow trees, and wet
Her wing in silver streams, and set
Shining foot on temple roof:
Now again she flies aloof,
Coasting mountain clouds and kiss't
By the evening's amethyst.
これは、胎内の美である
彼女は今空中の浮遊物となり高揚して思うがままに
太陽を奪い空の青を遮断する --
夜も更けて灌木の林を見晴らしながら
前傾する翼で飛んだ
やがて銀河で彼女の翼を湿らせ
寺院の屋根の上光る足を置いた僕達は
今、又、彼女は離れて飛ぶ
タべのアメジストゥを通って
羽を伸ばしたまま
山にかかった雲へ飛び
それにキスする

In wet wood and miry lane,
Still we pant and pound in vain;
Still with leaden foot we chace
Waning pinion, fainting face;
Still with grey hair we stumble on,
Till, behold, the vision gone!
Where hath fleeting beauty led?
To the doorway of the dead.
Life is over, life was gay:
We have come the primrose way.
じめじめした森とぬかるんだ小道
今も僕達は空しく息切れがしてどきどきする
今も重い足取りで小さくなる翼を薄れてゆく顔を追いかける
未だ白髪と共に躓き続ける
その為終に、見よ、
死の戸口に向かって
生命が尽きる、人生は楽しかった
僕達は桜草の道を来た

22:18 2016/02/11木曜日

2016年4月6日水曜日

To Will. H. Low.2/Robert Louis Stevenson翻訳

To Will. H. Low.
From Underwoods
Robert Louis Stevenson

Youth now flees on feathered foot.
Faint and fainter sounds the flute,
Rarer songs of gods; and still
Somewhere on the sunny hill,
Or along the winding stream,
Through the willows, flits a dream;
Flits, but shows a smiling face,
Flees, but with so quaint a grace,
None can choose to stay at home,
All must follow, all must roam.
青春は、真(まこと)に、羽を付けたような足取りで過ぎ去る
幽(かそけ)き尚更幽(かそけ)きフル―トゥを吹くがいい
神々の稀な楽の音
そして今も陽のよく当たる丘のどこかで
戓いは曲がりくねった流れに沿って
柳の木立ちを抜けて夢のように過ぎ去る
過ぎ去るがいい、しかし笑顔を見せて
消え失せるがいい、しかし実に味な恩恵と共に
誰一人寛(くつろ)いで立ち止まる事を選べない
皆従うしかない、皆彷徨うしかない

This is unborn beauty: she
Now in air floats high and free,
Takes the sun and breaks the blue; --
Late with stooping pinion flew
Raking hedgerow trees, and wet
Her wing in silver streams, and set
Shining foot on temple roof:
Now again she flies aloof,
Coasting mountain clouds and kiss't
By the evening's amethyst.
これは、胎内の美である
彼女は今空中の浮遊物となり高揚して思うがままに
太陽を奪い空の青を遮断する --
夜も更けて灌木の林を見晴らしながら
前傾する翼で飛んだ
やがて銀河で彼女の翼を湿らせ
寺院の屋根の上光る足を置いた
今、又、彼女は離れて飛ぶ
タべのアメジストゥを通って
羽を伸ばしたまま
山にかかった雲へ飛び
それにキスする

In wet wood and miry lane,
Still we pant and pound in vain;
Still with leaden foot we chace
Waning pinion, fainting face;
Still with grey hair we stumble on,
Till, behold, the vision gone!
Where hath fleeting beauty led?
To the doorway of the dead.
Life is over, life was gay:
We have come the primrose way.

21:50 2016/02/10水曜日

2016年4月5日火曜日

To Will. H. Low.1/Robert Louis Stevenson翻訳

To Will. H. Low.
From Underwoods
Robert Louis Stevenson

Youth now flees on feathered foot.
Faint and fainter sounds the flute,
Rarer songs of gods; and still
Somewhere on the sunny hill,
Or along the winding stream,
Through the willows, flits a dream;
Flits, but shows a smiling face,
Flees, but with so quaint a grace,
None can choose to stay at home,
All must follow, all must roam.
青春は、真(まこと)に、羽を付けたような足取りで過ぎ去る
幽(かそけ)き尚更幽(かそけ)きフル―トゥを吹くがいい
神々の稀な楽の音
そして今も陽のよく当たる丘のどこかで
戓いは曲がりくねった流れに沿って
柳の木立ちを抜けて夢のように過ぎ去る
過ぎ去るがいい、しかし笑顔を見せて
消え失せるがいい、しかし実に味な恩恵と共に
誰一人寛(くつろ)いで立ち止まる事を選べない
皆従うしかない、皆彷徨うしかない

This is unborn beauty: she
Now in air floats high and free,
Takes the sun and breaks the blue; --
Late with stooping pinion flew
Raking hedgerow trees, and wet
Her wing in silver streams, and set
Shining foot on temple roof:
Now again she flies aloof,
Coasting mountain clouds and kiss't
By the evening's amethyst.

In wet wood and miry lane,
Still we pant and pound in vain;
Still with leaden foot we chace
Waning pinion, fainting face;
Still with grey hair we stumble on,
Till, behold, the vision gone!
Where hath fleeting beauty led?
To the doorway of the dead.
Life is over, life was gay:
We have come the primrose way.

23:18 2016/02/09火曜日

2016年4月4日月曜日

To N. V. de G. S.3/Robert Louis Stevenson翻訳


To N. V. de G. S.
From Underwoods
Robert Louis Stevenson

The unfathomable sea, and time, and tears,
The deeds of heroes and the crimes of kings
Dispart us; and the river of events
Has, for an age of years, to east and west
More widely borne our cradles. Thou to me
Art foreign, as when seamen at the dawn
Descry a land far off and know not which.
So I approach uncertain; so I cruise
Round thy mysterious islet, and behold
Surf and great mountains and loud river-bars,
And from the shore hear inland voices call.
Strange is the seaman's heart; he hopes, he fears;
Draws closer and sweeps wider from that coast;
Last, his rent sail refits, and to the deep
His shattered prow uncomforted puts back.
Yet as he goes he ponders at the helm
Of that bright island; where he feared to touch,
His spirit readventures; and for years,
Where by his wife he slumbers safe at home,
Thoughts of that land revisit him; he sees
The eternal mountains beckon, and awakes
Yearning for that far home that might have been.
深遠な海、そして時、悲しみ、
ヒ―ロウの偉業やキングの罪は
僕達を分かち、出来事という川は
長年の間、東や西へと
更にゆったりと僕達の揺り籠を押して来た。
僕にとって君は、巧まざる異質。
夜明けに船乗り達が遥か彼方に陸地を認めながらも
そうではないと気付く時のように。
だから僕は、不確実に近付く、だから僕は、貴方という謎めいた小鳥の周りを巡回する。
そして寄せる波を、大山脈ややかましい川の―砂州を見る。
すると岸から内陸の島の鳴き声が呼んでいるのが聞こえる。
未知は船乗りの恋人。彼は求め、被は躊躇う。
より近くに引き寄せ、あの海岸から広範に運び去る。
続行する、彼の貨し船は補給し、大海原へ
彼の粉々に砕けた舳先(へさき)が心地悪く押し戻す。
やはり、舵を取っている内に、彼が近寄るのを躊躇ったあの栄(は)えある島の事が思われてならない。
そこに彼は近寄るのを躊躇った
彼の精神の読み尽くされた冒険、やがて何年もの時を経て
妻に近いそこで、彼は、安心して思い切り休む
あの陸への思いが蘇る
久遠の山々が手紹きする
あの遠い昔のままの故国への思慕の情を呼び覚ます。

23:15 2016/02/08月曜日

2016年4月3日日曜日

To N. V. de G. S.2/Robert Louis Stevenson翻訳


To N. V. de G. S.
From Underwoods
Robert Louis Stevenson

The unfathomable sea, and time, and tears,
The deeds of heroes and the crimes of kings
Dispart us; and the river of events
Has, for an age of years, to east and west
More widely borne our cradles. Thou to me
Art foreign, as when seamen at the dawn
Descry a land far off and know not which.
So I approach uncertain; so I cruise
Round thy mysterious islet, and behold
Surf and great mountains and loud river-bars,
And from the shore hear inland voices call.
Strange is the seaman's heart; he hopes, he fears;
Draws closer and sweeps wider from that coast;
Last, his rent sail refits, and to the deep
His shattered prow uncomforted puts back.
Yet as he goes he ponders at the helm
Of that bright island; where he feared to touch,
His spirit readventures; and for years,
Where by his wife he slumbers safe at home,
Thoughts of that land revisit him; he sees
The eternal mountains beckon, and awakes
Yearning for that far home that might have been.
深遠な海、そして時、悲しみ、
ヒ―ロウの偉業やキングの罪は
僕達を分かち、出来事という川は
長年の間、東や西へと
更にゆったりと僕達の揺り籠を押して来た。
僕にとって君は、巧まざる異質。
夜明けに船乗り達が遥か彼方に陸地を認めながらも
そうではないと気付く時のように。

だから僕は、不確実に近付く、だから僕は、貴方という謎めいた小鳥の周りを巡回する。
そして寄せる波を、大山脈ややかましい川の―砂州を見る。
すると岸から内陸の島の鳴き声が呼んでいるのが聞こえる。
未知は船乗りの恋人。彼は求め、被は躊躇う。
より近くに引き寄せ、あの海岸から広範に運び去る。
続行する、彼の貨し船は補給し、大海原へ
彼の粉々に砕けた舳先(へさき)が心地悪く押し戻す。

20:15 2016/02/07日曜日

2016年4月2日土曜日

To N. V. de G. S.1/Robert Louis Stevenson翻訳


To N. V. de G. S.
From Underwoods
Robert Louis Stevenson

The unfathomable sea, and time, and tears,
The deeds of heroes and the crimes of kings
Dispart us; and the river of events
Has, for an age of years, to east and west
More widely borne our cradles. Thou to me
Art foreign, as when seamen at the dawn
Descry a land far off and know not which.
So I approach uncertain; so I cruise
Round thy mysterious islet, and behold
Surf and great mountains and loud river-bars,
And from the shore hear inland voices call.
Strange is the seaman's heart; he hopes, he fears;
Draws closer and sweeps wider from that coast;
Last, his rent sail refits, and to the deep
His shattered prow uncomforted puts back.
Yet as he goes he ponders at the helm
Of that bright island; where he feared to touch,
His spirit readventures; and for years,
Where by his wife he slumbers safe at home,
Thoughts of that land revisit him; he sees
The eternal mountains beckon, and awakes
Yearning for that far home that might have been.
深遠な海、そして時、悲しみ、
ヒ―ロウの偉業やキングの罪は
僕達を分かち、出来事という川は
長年の間、東や西へと
更にゆったりと僕達の揺り籠を押して来た
僕にとって君は、巧まざる異質
夜明けに船乗り達が遥か彼方に陸地を認めながらも
そうではないと気付く時のように

19:15 2016/02/06土曜日

2016年4月1日金曜日

To K. de M.4/Robert Louis Stevenson翻訳

To K. de M.
From Underwoods
Robert Louis Stevenson

A lover of the moorland bare,
And honest country winds, you were;
The silver-skimming rain you took;
And loved the floodings of the brook,
Dew, frost and mountains, fire and seas,
Tumultuary silences,
Winds that in darkness fifed a tune,
And the high-riding virgin moon.
荒れ地を愛する者は運び、
正真正銘の粗野な風、貴方は
銀色の通り雨を、貴方は誘い、
谷川の湛水、
露、霜の降りた山々、赤く燃える海原、
規律のない静寂、
闇の中で一節を横笛で吹いたような風、
そして空高く浮かんでいる新しい月を愛した。

And as the berry, pale and sharp,
Springs on some ditch's counterscarp
In our ungenial, native north --
You put your frosted wildings forth,
And on the heath, afar from man,
A strong and bitter virgin ran.
苺のように、青白く先が尖っている、
どこかの水路の外崖へ向かうバネ仕掛け
僕達の暖かくない生まれ故郷の北部で --
貴女は霜で覆われた野生を剥き出しにして、
ヒ―スの上、男から遠く、
カ強く身を切るように娘は走った。

The berry ripened keeps the rude
And racy flavour of the wood.
And you that loved the empty plain
All redolent of wind and rain,
熟した苺は、天然のぴりっとした木質の芳香を保つ。
そしてがらんとした平原を愛した貴女
風や雨という暗示の全て、

Around you still the curlew sings --
The freshness of the weather clings --
The maiden jewels of the rain
Sit in your dabbled locks again.
貴女の周りで今もダイシャクシギが囀る --
天候の生々しさが纏わり付く --
雨という少女のような宝玉は
嘴を突っ込んだ水門に又蹲る

20:14 2016/02/05金曜日