夜莺与玫瑰

•OneredroseisallIwant,criedtheNightingale,onlyoneredrose!IstherenowaybywhichIcangetit?“•夜莺央告说，“一朵红玫瑰就够了。只要一朵红玫瑰！请问有甚法子没有？”Thereisaway,answeredtheTree;butitissoterriblethatIdarenottellittoyou.那树答道，“有一个法子，只有一个，但是太可怕了，我不敢告诉你。•Tellittome,saidtheNightingale,Iamnotfraid.“告诉我吧，”夜莺勇敢地说，“我不怕。”Ifyouwantaredrose,saidtheTree,youmustbuilditoutofmusicbymoonlight,andstainitwithyourownheart’sblood.Youmustsingtomewithyourbreastagainstathorn.Allnightlongyoumustsingtome,andthethornmustpierceyourheart,andyourlife-bloodmustflowintomeveins,andbecomemine.那树说道，“你若要一朵红玫瑰，你需在月色里用音乐制成，然后用你自己的心血染她。你需将胸口顶着一根尖刺，为我歌唱。你需整夜的为我歌唱，那刺需刺入你的心头，你生命的血液得流到我的心房里变成我的。”•Deathisagreatpricetopayforaredrose,criedtheNightingale,andLifeisverydeartoall.Itispleasanttositinthegreenwood,andtowatchtheSuninhischariot(战车)ofgold,andtheMooninherchariotofpearl.Sweetisthescentofthehawthorn,andsweetarethebluebellsthathideinthevalley,andtheheatherthatblowsonthehill.YetloveisbetterthanLife,andwhatistheheartofabirdcomparedtotheheartofaman?“•夜莺叹道，“那死来买一朵红玫瑰，代价真不小，谁的生命不是宝贵的，坐在青郁的森林里，看太阳在黄金车里，月亮在白珠辇内驰骋，真是一桩乐事。山楂花的味儿真香，山谷里的吊钟花和山坡上野草真美。然而‘爱’比生命更可贵，一个鸟的心又怎能和人的心比？”•Soshespreadherbrownwingsforflight,andsoaredintotheair.Shesweptoverthegardenlikeashadow,andlikeashadowshesailedthroughthegrove.•忽然她张起棕色的双翼，冲天的飞去。她穿过那花园如同影子一般，她荡出了那树林子。•TheyoungStudentwasstilllyingonthegrass,whereshehadlefthim,andthetearswerenotyetdryinhisbeautifuleyes.•那青年仍旧僵卧在草地上方才她离去的地方，他那付秀眼里的泪珠还没有干。•Behappy,criedtheNightingale,behappy;youshallhaveyourredrose.Iwillbuilditoutofmusicbymoonlight,andstainitwithmyownheart’sblood.AllthatIaskofyouinreturnisthatyouwillbeatruelover,夜莺喊道，高兴吧，快乐吧；你将要采到你那朵红玫瑰了。我将用月下的歌音制成她。我向你所求的报酬，仅是要你做一个真挚的情人，•TheStudentlookedupfromthegrass,andlistened,buthecouldnotunderstandwhattheNightingalewassayingtohim,forheonlyknewthethingsthatarewrittendowninbooks.•青年从草里抬头侧耳静听，但是他不懂夜莺对他所说的话，因他只晓得书上所讲的一切。ButtheOak-treeunderstood,andfeltsad,forhewasveryfondofthelittleNightingale,whohadbuilthernestinhisbranches那橡树却是懂得，他觉得悲伤，因为他极爱怜那枝上结巢的小夜莺。•Singmeonelastsong,hewhispered;Ishallfeellonelywhenyouaregone.•他轻声说道：“唱一首最后的歌给我听罢，你离去后，我要感到无限的寂寥了。”SotheNightingalesangtotheOaktree,andhervoicewaslikewaterbubblingfromasilverjar.•于是夜莺为橡树歌唱，她恋别的音调就像在银瓶里涌溢的水浪一般的清越。Whenshehadfinishedhersong,theStudentgotup.•她唱罢时，那青年站起身来•Shehadform,hersaidtohimself,ashewalkedawaythroughthegrove—thatcannotbedeniedtoher;buthasshegotfeeling?Iamafraidnot.Infact,sheislikemostartists;sheisallstylewithoutanysincerity.Shewouldnotsacrificeherselfforothers.Shethinksmerelyofmusic,andeverybodyknowsthattheartsareselfish.Still,itmustbeadmittedthatshehassomebeautifulnotesinhervoice.Whatapityitisthattheydonotmeananything,ordoanypracticalgood!Andhewentintohisroom,andlaydownonhislittlepallet-bed,andbegantothinkofhislove;and,afteratime,hefellasleep.他一面走出那树林，一面自语道：“那夜莺的确有些姿态。这是人所不能否认的；但是她有感情么？我怕没有。实在她就像许多美术家一般，尽是仪式，没有诚心。她必不肯为人牺牲。她所想的无非是音乐，可是谁不知道艺术是为己的。虽然，我们总须承认她有醉人的歌喉。可惜那种歌音也是无意义，毫无实用。”于是他回到自己室中，躺在他的小草垫的床上想念他的爱人；过了片时他就睡去。•AndwhenthemoonshoneintheheavenstheNightingaleflewtotheRose-tree,andsetherbreastagainstthethorn.Allnightlongshesang,withherbreastagainstthethorn,andthecoldcrystalMoonleaneddownandlistened.Allnightlongshesang,andthethornwentdeeperanddeeperintoherbreast,andherlife-bloodebbedawayfromher.待月亮升到天空，放出她的光艳时，那夜莺也就来到玫瑰枝边，将胸口插在刺上。她胸前插着尖刺，整夜的歌唱，那晶莹的月亮倚在云边静听。她整夜的，啭着歌喉，那刺越插越深，她生命的血液渐渐溢去。•Shesangfirstofthebirthofloveintheheartofaboyandagirl.AndonthetopmostsprayoftheRose-treethereblossomedamarvelousrose,petalfollowingpetal,assongfollowedsong.最先她歌颂的是稚男幼女心胸里爱恋的诞生。于是那玫瑰的顶尖枝上结了一苞卓绝的玫瑰蕾，歌儿一首连着一首的唱，花瓣一片跟着一片得开。•ButtheTreecriedtotheNightingaletopresscloseragainstthethorn.Presscloser,littleNightingale,criedtheTree,ortheDaywillcomebeforetheroseisfinished.但是那树还催迫着夜莺紧插那枝刺。“靠紧那刺，小夜莺。”那树连声的叫唤，“不然，玫瑰还没开成，晓光就要闯来了。•SotheNightingalepressedcloseragainstthethorn,andlouderandloudergrewhersong,forshesangofthebirthofpassioninthesoulofamanandamaid.于是夜莺越紧插入那尖刺，越扬声的唱她的歌，因她这回所歌颂的是男子与女子心灵里烈情的诞生。•Andadelicateflushofpinkcameintotheleavesoftherose,liketheflushinthefaceofthebridegroomwhenhekissesthelipsofthebride.Butthethornhadnotyetreachedherheart,sotherose’sheartremainedwhite.•如今那玫瑰瓣上生了一层娇嫩的红晕，如同初吻新娘时新郎的绛颊。但是那刺还未插到夜莺的心房，所以那花心尚留着白色.•AndtheTreecriedtotheNightingaletopresscloseragainstthethorn.Presscloser,littleNightingale,criedtheTree,ortheDaywillcomebeforetheroseisfinished.那树复催迫着夜莺紧插那枝刺，“靠紧那刺，小夜莺，”那树连声的叫唤“不然，玫瑰还没开成，晓光就要闯来了。”SotheNightingalepressedcloseragainstthethorn,andthethorntouchedherheart,andafiercepangofpainshotthroughher.Bitter,bitterwasthepain,andwilderandwildergrewhersong,forshesangoftheLovethatisperfectedbyDeath,oftheLovethatdiesnotinthetomb.于是夜莺紧紧插入那枝刺，那刺居然插入了她的心，但是一种奇痛穿过她的全身，那种惨痛愈猛，愈烈，她的歌声越狂，越壮，因为她这回歌颂的是因死而完成的挚爱和冢中不朽的爱情。•Andthemarvelousrosebecamecrimson(猩红),liketheroseoftheeasternsky.Crimsonwasthegirdleofpetals,andcrimsonasaruby(红宝石)wastheheart.那卓绝的玫瑰于是变作鲜红，如同东方的天色。花的外瓣红同烈火，花的内心赤如绛玉。•ButtheNightingale’voicegrewfainter,andherlittlewingsbegantobeat,andafilmcameoverhereyes.Fainterandfaintergrewhersong,andshefeltsomethingchokingherinherthroat.夜莺的声音越唱越模糊了，她的双翅拍动起来，她的眼上起了一层薄膜。她的歌声模