《古鎮(zhèn)的夢(mèng)》--卞之琳

小鎮(zhèn)上有兩種聲音

一樣的寂寥：

白天是算命鑼?zhuān)?/p>

夜里是梆子。

敲不破別人的夢(mèng)，

做著夢(mèng)似的

瞎子在街上走，

一步又一步。

他知道哪一塊石頭低，

哪一塊石頭高，

哪一家姑娘有多大年紀(jì)。

敲沉了別人的夢(mèng)，

做著夢(mèng)似的

更夫在街上走，

一步又一步。

他知道哪一塊石頭低，

哪一塊石頭高，

哪一家門(mén)戶(hù)關(guān)得最嚴(yán)密。

“三更了，你聽(tīng)哪，

毛兒的爸爸，

這小子吵得人睡不成覺(jué)，

老在夢(mèng)里哭，

明天替他算算命吧？”

是深夜，

又是清冷的下午：

敲梆的過(guò)橋，

敲鑼的又過(guò)橋，

不斷的是橋下流水的聲音。

Dreamof an Old Town

Bian Zhilin

Two sounds in the old town

—equally melancholic

are the daily fortune-teller’s gong,

and the nightly watchman’s clappers.

Not apt to disturb other’s dreams,

as if in a dream himself,

the blind fortune-teller walks thestreets

step by step,

knowing so well which flagstones arelow,

which high;

how old the daughters of a certainfamily might be…

Then making others go deeper into theirdreams,

he himself as if in a dream,

the watchman goes his rounds

step by step,

knowing well which flagstones are low,

which high;

which doors are tightly shut.

“Listen, it’s the third watch already,”

A good wife says,

“Mao Er’s dad!

The boy cries ever in his dreams,

stopping us from sleeping;

we must have his fortune told tomorrow.”

Comes midnight for one,

a cold afternoon for the other.

He with clappers crosses the bridge,

he with gong crosses also,

while beneath the water flows on, evermurmuring.

（RewiAlley 譯）