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。（ここはよく分からない）
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、何時も歌っている
あの山脈に向かって
この地は何、神々の子、貴方にとって？
理想郷から、夢を追う人がやって来た
すると貴方の耳に古びた曲が嗚り響く
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 2016/03/06日
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