Ballade des pendus 楊月蓀譯 《冷血》 In Cold Blood By Truman Capote
楊月蓀譯 《冷血》 In Cold Blood By Truman Capote
「作者致意」有Ballade des pendus 前四行的翻譯，可惜詩題和意思都不清楚。
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ballade_des_pendus
The Ballade des pendus, literally "ballad of the hanged", also known as Epitaphe Villon or Frères humains, is the best-known poem by François Villon. It is commonly acknowledged, although not clearly established, that Villon wrote it in prison while he awaited his execution. It was published posthumously in 1489 by Antoine Vérard.
Form[edit]
The poem is in the form of a large ballade.
- All lines have 10 syllables.
- The last line is the same in each stanza.
- The first three stanzas have 10 lines, and the last has 5 lines.
- Each stanza has the same rhyme scheme.
- There are several enjambments.
Text of the ballad with English translation[edit]
The translation deliberately follows the original as closely as possible.
Frères humains, qui après nous vivez,
N'ayez les cœurs contre nous endurcis, Car, si pitié de nous pauvres avez, Dieu en aura plus tôt de vous mercis. Vous nous voyez ci attachés, cinq, six: Quant à la chair, que trop avons nourrie, Elle est piéça dévorée et pourrie, Et nous, les os, devenons cendre et poudre. De notre mal personne ne s'en rie; Mais priez Dieu que tous nous veuille absoudre! Si frères vous clamons, pas n'en devez Avoir dédain, quoique fûmes occis Par justice. Toutefois, vous savez Que tous hommes n'ont pas bon sens rassis. Excusez-nous, puisque sommes transis, Envers le fils de la Vierge Marie, Que sa grâce ne soit pour nous tarie, Nous préservant de l'infernale foudre. Nous sommes morts, âme ne nous harie, Mais priez Dieu que tous nous veuille absoudre! La pluie nous a débués et lavés, Et le soleil desséchés et noircis. Pies, corbeaux nous ont les yeux cavés, Et arraché la barbe et les sourcils. Jamais nul temps nous ne sommes assis Puis çà, puis là, comme le vent varie, A son plaisir sans cesser nous charrie, Plus becquetés d'oiseaux que dés à coudre. Ne soyez donc de notre confrérie; Mais priez Dieu que tous nous veuille absoudre! Prince Jésus, qui sur tous a maistrie, Garde qu'Enfer n'ait de nous seigneurie: A lui n'ayons que faire ne que soudre. Hommes, ici n'a point de moquerie; Mais priez Dieu que tous nous veuille absoudre! |
Human brothers who live after us,
Do not have (your) hearts hardened against us, For, if you take pity on us poor (fellows), God will sooner have mercy on you. You see us tied here, five, six: As for the flesh, that we nurtured too much, It is already long-time [1] consumed, and rotting, And we, the bones, become ashes and powder. Of our pain let no one make fun, But pray God that he wills to absolve us all! If we call you brothers, you must not Have scorn for it, although we were killed By justice. Nevertheless, you know That all men do not have staid common sense. Forgive us, since we are shivering, Toward the son of the Virgin Mary, That his grace may not run dry for us, Preserving us from the infernal wrath. We are dead, let no soul harry us, But pray God that he wills to absolve us all! Rain has unsmirched and washed us And the sun has dried and blackened us; Magpies and crows have carved out our eyes, And torn off our beards and eyebrows. We never sit for a moment; Now here, then there, as the wind changes, at its pleasure, without cease (it) tosses us, More pecked by birds than thimbles. Do not then be of our brotherhood, But pray God that he wills to absolve us all! Prince Jesus, who has command of all, Prevent Hell from having lordship over us: With him, we have nothing to perform nor to trade. Men, there is no mockery here, But pray God that he wills to absolve us all. |
References[edit]
- ^ Lagarde A & Michard L [1962] "Moyen Age". Bordas (France), p. 219
Ballade des pendus (English translation)
English translation
Ballad of the hung men
Human brothers who live while we are no more,
do not harden your hearts against us,
for if you have mercy on us
God will likewise have mercy on you.
You see us tied here by five of six,
as for the flesh we served too much
it is now eaten away and rotten
and we are but bones turning to ash and dust.
Let no one make fun of our misfortune:
rather pray God that He absolves us all!
So, brothers, we pledge you not to
despise us, even though we were brought down
by law. You know well that
all men are not of sound judgement;
forgive us, for we are in fear
that the grace of virgin Mary's son
who could spare us the infernal wrath
could be hexhausted for us.
We are dead, no one dare to harry us;
rather pray God that He absolves us all!
The rain has drenched and washed us,
the sun has parched and blackened us:
magpies and crows have pecked at our eyes
and ripped our beard and eyebrows off.
Never are we seated;
here and there, as the wind changes
at will it swings us ceaselessly,
more pockmarked than thimbles.
So please don't join our brotherhood;
rather pray God that He absolves us all!
Prince Jesus who rules on us all,
protect us from the lordship of hell:
we have no business nor debts here.
Men, this is no laughing matter;
rather pray God that He absolves us all!
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