To W. E. Henley.2/Robert Louis Stevenson翻訳

To W. E. Henley.
From Underwoods
Robert Louis Stevenson

The year runs through her phases; rain and sun,
Springtime and summer pass; winter succeeds;
But one pale season rules the house of death.
Cold falls the imprisoned daylight; fell disease
By each lean pallet squats, and pain and sleep
Toss gaping on the pillows.
一年は、彼女の状態によって走って行く。雨天でも晴天でも、
若枝の頃も夏も往き、冬が続く。
しかし或る青褪めた季節だけが死の家を支配する。
冷気が閉じ込められた日光を弱め、病気に龍われた。
それぞれの貪しい藁（わら）の寝床で蹲り、悲しみ、眠り
枕の上で欠伸をしながら寝返りを打つ。

But O thou!
Uprise and take thy pipe. Bid music flow,
Strains by good thoughts attended, like the spring
The swallows follow over land and sea.
Pain sleeps at once; at once, with open eyes,
Dozing despair awakes. The shepherd sees
His flock come bleating home; the seaman hears
Once more the cordage rattle. Airs of home!
Youth, love and roses blossom; the gaunt ward
Dislimns and disappears, and, opening out,
Shows brooks and forests, and the blue beyond
Of mountains.
それにしてもああ貴方は！
起き上がってパイプを咥える。音楽を流してくれないか。
調べは、幸いな心持に寄り添い、春のように、
燕が陸と海を渡って行く。
痛みはさっと静まり、直ぐに、見開いた目と共に、
うとうとしている絶望が目を覚ます。牧師は、彼の会衆が
ペちゃペちゃしゃべりながら家に帰るのを見、船乗りは、
もう一度索条がガラガラいうのを聞く。

Small the pipe; but O! do thou,
Peak-faced and suffering piper, blow therein
The dirge of heroes dead; and to these sick,
These dying, sound the triumph over death.
Behold! each greatly breathes; each tastes a joy
Unknown before, in dying; for each knows
A hero dies with him -- though unfulfilled
Yet conquering truly -- and not dies in vain.

So is pain cheered, death comforted; the house
Of sorrows smiles to listen. Once again --
O thou, Orpheus and Heracles, the bard
And deliverer, touch the stops again!

22:54 2016/03/16水