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; wich 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。
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.
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!
21:15 2016/02/28日
2016年2月28日日曜日
2016年2月27日土曜日
Et Tu In Arcadia Vixisti3/Robert Louis Stevenson翻訳
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; wich 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。
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.
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!
21:50 2016/02/27土
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; wich 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。
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.
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!
21:50 2016/02/27土
2016年2月26日金曜日
Et Tu In Arcadia Vixisti2/Robert Louis Stevenson翻訳
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; wich 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。
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.
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!
19:50 2016/02/26金
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; wich 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。
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.
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!
19:50 2016/02/26金
2016年2月25日木曜日
Et Tu In Arcadia Vixisti1/Robert Louis Stevenson翻訳
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; wich 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、
希望と恐怖にかき乱され貴方の心は揺れ動いた。
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.
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!
19:50 2016/02/25木
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; wich 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、
希望と恐怖にかき乱され貴方の心は揺れ動いた。
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.
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!
19:50 2016/02/25木
2016年2月24日水曜日
To Andrew Lang4/Robert Louis Stevenson翻訳
To Andrew Lang
From Underwoods
Robert Louis Stevenson
Dear Andrew, with the brindled hair
Who glory to have thrown in air,
High over arm, the trembling reed,
By Ale and Kail, by Till and Tweed:
An equal craft of hand you show
The pen to guide, the fly to throw:
I count you happy starred: for God,
When he with inkpot and with rod
Endowed you, bade your fortune lead
Forever by the crooks of Tweed,
Forever by the woods of song
And lands that to the Muse belong;
Or if in peopled streets, or in
The abhorred pedantic sanhedrim,
It should be yours to wander, still
Airs of the morn, airs of the hill,
The plovery Forest and the seas
That breaks about the Hebrides,
Should follow over field and plain
And find you at the window pane;
And you again see hill and peel,
And the bright springs gush at your heel.
So went the fiat forth, and so
Garrulous like a brook you go,
With sound of happy mirth and sheen
Of daylight -- whether by the green
You fare that moment, or the grey;
Whether you dwell in March or May;
Or whether treat of reels and rods
Or of the old unhappy gods:
Still like a brook your page has shone,
And your ink sings of Helicon.
斑（まだら）色の髪をした親愛なるアンドリュウ
腕を頭上高く宙に振り上げる事を誰が誇るだろう
震える葦笛
エイルとケイルに近く
ティルとトゥイ―ドゥに近く
貴方が見せるそれ相応の手仕事
指し示そうとするペン
投げようとする飛球
僕は貴方は幸運だと思う
彼がインク瓶やラッドゥを貴方に与えたら
トゥイ―ドゥの司教丈によって永遠に
歌の森やミュ―ズがつきものの陸を過ぎて永遠に
至る貴方の幸運を紹いた
或いはもし人の住む街で、或いは嫌われる学者ぶったサニドゥリムにあっても
流離う事は、貴方に付随する事であるべきだ
変わらない、朝の微風、丘の微風
あの千鳥の森やあの海に
へブライの夜が明ける
畑や平原の端から端まで辿り、何時か貴方を窓ガラスに見る
それから貴方は再び丘と小さな城砦を確認する
そして貴方の踵（かかと）に晴れ晴れとした春が迸（ほとばし）る
谷川のようにさらさらと音を立てながら
昼間の幸せそうな陽気と光の気配と共に貴方は進む
だから認められ前に進んだ
グリ―ンによって貴方はその時を切り抜けるのか、或いはグレイで
それでも未だ小川のように貴方のペイジは輝いていた
そして貴方のインクはへリコン山を称えて歌う
貴方は三月に留るのか戓いは五月に
或いはリ一ルと釣竿の
或いは典型的不運を呼び込む神々の餌を
それでも未だ小川のように貴方のペイジは輝いていた
そして貴方のインクはへリコン山を称えて歌う
22:01 2016/02/24火
From Underwoods
Robert Louis Stevenson
Dear Andrew, with the brindled hair
Who glory to have thrown in air,
High over arm, the trembling reed,
By Ale and Kail, by Till and Tweed:
An equal craft of hand you show
The pen to guide, the fly to throw:
I count you happy starred: for God,
When he with inkpot and with rod
Endowed you, bade your fortune lead
Forever by the crooks of Tweed,
Forever by the woods of song
And lands that to the Muse belong;
Or if in peopled streets, or in
The abhorred pedantic sanhedrim,
It should be yours to wander, still
Airs of the morn, airs of the hill,
The plovery Forest and the seas
That breaks about the Hebrides,
Should follow over field and plain
And find you at the window pane;
And you again see hill and peel,
And the bright springs gush at your heel.
So went the fiat forth, and so
Garrulous like a brook you go,
With sound of happy mirth and sheen
Of daylight -- whether by the green
You fare that moment, or the grey;
Whether you dwell in March or May;
Or whether treat of reels and rods
Or of the old unhappy gods:
Still like a brook your page has shone,
And your ink sings of Helicon.
斑（まだら）色の髪をした親愛なるアンドリュウ
腕を頭上高く宙に振り上げる事を誰が誇るだろう
震える葦笛
エイルとケイルに近く
ティルとトゥイ―ドゥに近く
貴方が見せるそれ相応の手仕事
指し示そうとするペン
投げようとする飛球
僕は貴方は幸運だと思う
彼がインク瓶やラッドゥを貴方に与えたら
トゥイ―ドゥの司教丈によって永遠に
歌の森やミュ―ズがつきものの陸を過ぎて永遠に
至る貴方の幸運を紹いた
或いはもし人の住む街で、或いは嫌われる学者ぶったサニドゥリムにあっても
流離う事は、貴方に付随する事であるべきだ
変わらない、朝の微風、丘の微風
あの千鳥の森やあの海に
へブライの夜が明ける
畑や平原の端から端まで辿り、何時か貴方を窓ガラスに見る
それから貴方は再び丘と小さな城砦を確認する
そして貴方の踵（かかと）に晴れ晴れとした春が迸（ほとばし）る
谷川のようにさらさらと音を立てながら
昼間の幸せそうな陽気と光の気配と共に貴方は進む
だから認められ前に進んだ
グリ―ンによって貴方はその時を切り抜けるのか、或いはグレイで
それでも未だ小川のように貴方のペイジは輝いていた
そして貴方のインクはへリコン山を称えて歌う
貴方は三月に留るのか戓いは五月に
或いはリ一ルと釣竿の
或いは典型的不運を呼び込む神々の餌を
それでも未だ小川のように貴方のペイジは輝いていた
そして貴方のインクはへリコン山を称えて歌う
22:01 2016/02/24火
2016年2月22日月曜日
To Andrew Lang3/Robert Louis Stevenson翻訳
To Andrew Lang
From Underwoods
Robert Louis Stevenson
Dear Andrew, with the brindled hair
Who glory to have thrown in air,
High over arm, the trembling reed,
By Ale and Kail, by Till and Tweed:
An equal craft of hand you show
The pen to guide, the fly to throw:
I count you happy starred: for God,
When he with inkpot and with rod
Endowed you, bade your fortune lead
Forever by the crooks of Tweed,
Forever by the woods of song
And lands that to the Muse belong;
Or if in peopled streets, or in
The abhorred pedantic sanhedrim,
It should be yours to wander, still
Airs of the morn, airs of the hill,
The plovery Forest and the seas
That breaks about the Hebrides,
Should follow over field and plain
And find you at the window pane;
And you again see hill and peel,
And the bright springs gush at your heel.
So went the fiat forth, and so
Garrulous like a brook you go,
With sound of happy mirth and sheen
Of daylight -- whether by the green
You fare that moment, or the grey;
Whether you dwell in March or May;
Or whether treat of reels and rods
Or of the old unhappy gods:
Still like a brook your page has shone,
And your ink sings of Helicon.
斑（まだら）色の髪をした親愛なるアンドレ
腕を頭上高く宙に振り上げる事を誰が誇るだろう
震える葦笛
エイルとケイルに近く
ティルとトゥイ―ドゥに近く
貴方が見せるそれ相応の手仕事
指し示そうとするペン
投げようとする飛球
僕は貴方は幸運だと思う
彼がインク瓶やラッドゥを貴方に与えたら
トゥイ―ドゥの司教丈によって永遠に
歌の森やミュ―ズがつきものの陸を過ぎて永遠に
至る貴方の幸運を紹いた
或いはもし人の住む街で、或いは嫌われる学者ぶったサニドゥリムにあっても
流離う事は、貴方に付随する事であるべきだ
変わらない、朝の微風、丘の微風
あの千鳥の森やあの海に
へブライの夜が明ける
畑や平原の端から端まで辿り、何時か貴方を窓ガラスに見る
21:23 2016/02/22月
From Underwoods
Robert Louis Stevenson
Dear Andrew, with the brindled hair
Who glory to have thrown in air,
High over arm, the trembling reed,
By Ale and Kail, by Till and Tweed:
An equal craft of hand you show
The pen to guide, the fly to throw:
I count you happy starred: for God,
When he with inkpot and with rod
Endowed you, bade your fortune lead
Forever by the crooks of Tweed,
Forever by the woods of song
And lands that to the Muse belong;
Or if in peopled streets, or in
The abhorred pedantic sanhedrim,
It should be yours to wander, still
Airs of the morn, airs of the hill,
The plovery Forest and the seas
That breaks about the Hebrides,
Should follow over field and plain
And find you at the window pane;
And you again see hill and peel,
And the bright springs gush at your heel.
So went the fiat forth, and so
Garrulous like a brook you go,
With sound of happy mirth and sheen
Of daylight -- whether by the green
You fare that moment, or the grey;
Whether you dwell in March or May;
Or whether treat of reels and rods
Or of the old unhappy gods:
Still like a brook your page has shone,
And your ink sings of Helicon.
斑（まだら）色の髪をした親愛なるアンドレ
腕を頭上高く宙に振り上げる事を誰が誇るだろう
震える葦笛
エイルとケイルに近く
ティルとトゥイ―ドゥに近く
貴方が見せるそれ相応の手仕事
指し示そうとするペン
投げようとする飛球
僕は貴方は幸運だと思う
彼がインク瓶やラッドゥを貴方に与えたら
トゥイ―ドゥの司教丈によって永遠に
歌の森やミュ―ズがつきものの陸を過ぎて永遠に
至る貴方の幸運を紹いた
或いはもし人の住む街で、或いは嫌われる学者ぶったサニドゥリムにあっても
流離う事は、貴方に付随する事であるべきだ
変わらない、朝の微風、丘の微風
あの千鳥の森やあの海に
へブライの夜が明ける
畑や平原の端から端まで辿り、何時か貴方を窓ガラスに見る
21:23 2016/02/22月
2016年2月21日日曜日
To Andrew Lang2/Robert Louis Stevenson翻訳
To Andrew Lang
From Underwoods
Robert Louis Stevenson
Dear Andrew, wi23:13 2016/02/20th the brindled hair
Who glory to have thrown in air,
High over arm, the trembling reed,
By Ale and Kail, by Till and Tweed:
An equal craft of hand you show
The pen to guide, the fly to throw:
I count you happy starred: for God,
When he with inkpot and with rod
Endowed you, bade your fortune lead
Forever by the crooks of Tweed,
Forever by the woods of song
And lands that to the Muse belong;
Or if in peopled streets, or in
The abhorred pedantic sanhedrim,
It should be yours to wander, still
Airs of the morn, airs of the hill,
The plovery Forest and the seas
That breaks about the Hebrides,
Should follow over field and plain
And find you at the window pane;
And you again see hill and peel,
And the bright springs gush at your heel.
So went the fiat forth, and so
Garrulous like a brook you go,
With sound of happy mirth and sheen
Of daylight -- whether by the green
You fare that moment, or the grey;
Whether you dwell in March or May;
Or whether treat of reels and rods
Or of the old unhappy gods:
Still like a brook your page has shone,
And your ink sings of Helicon.
斑（まだら）色の髪をした親愛なるアンドレ
腕を頭上高く宙に振り上げる事を誰が誇るだろう
震える葦笛
エイルとケイルに近く
ティルとトゥイ―ドゥに近く
貴方が見せるそれ相応の手仕事
指し示そうとするペン
投げようとする飛球
僕は貴方は幸運だと思う
彼がインク瓶やラッドゥを貴方に与えたら
トゥイ―ドゥの司教丈によって永遠に
歌の森やミュ―ズがつきものの陸を過ぎて永遠に
至る貴方の幸運を紹いた
23:13 2016/02/21日
From Underwoods
Robert Louis Stevenson
Dear Andrew, wi23:13 2016/02/20th the brindled hair
Who glory to have thrown in air,
High over arm, the trembling reed,
By Ale and Kail, by Till and Tweed:
An equal craft of hand you show
The pen to guide, the fly to throw:
I count you happy starred: for God,
When he with inkpot and with rod
Endowed you, bade your fortune lead
Forever by the crooks of Tweed,
Forever by the woods of song
And lands that to the Muse belong;
Or if in peopled streets, or in
The abhorred pedantic sanhedrim,
It should be yours to wander, still
Airs of the morn, airs of the hill,
The plovery Forest and the seas
That breaks about the Hebrides,
Should follow over field and plain
And find you at the window pane;
And you again see hill and peel,
And the bright springs gush at your heel.
So went the fiat forth, and so
Garrulous like a brook you go,
With sound of happy mirth and sheen
Of daylight -- whether by the green
You fare that moment, or the grey;
Whether you dwell in March or May;
Or whether treat of reels and rods
Or of the old unhappy gods:
Still like a brook your page has shone,
And your ink sings of Helicon.
斑（まだら）色の髪をした親愛なるアンドレ
腕を頭上高く宙に振り上げる事を誰が誇るだろう
震える葦笛
エイルとケイルに近く
ティルとトゥイ―ドゥに近く
貴方が見せるそれ相応の手仕事
指し示そうとするペン
投げようとする飛球
僕は貴方は幸運だと思う
彼がインク瓶やラッドゥを貴方に与えたら
トゥイ―ドゥの司教丈によって永遠に
歌の森やミュ―ズがつきものの陸を過ぎて永遠に
至る貴方の幸運を紹いた
23:13 2016/02/21日
2016年2月20日土曜日
To Andrew Lang/Robert Louis Stevenson翻訳
To Andrew Lang
From Underwoods
Robert Louis Stevenson
Dear Andrew, wi23:13 2016/02/20th the brindled hair
Who glory to have thrown in air,
High over arm, the trembling reed,
By Ale and Kail, by Till and Tweed:
An equal craft of hand you show
The pen to guide, the fly to throw:
I count you happy starred: for God,
When he with inkpot and with rod
Endowed you, bade your fortune lead
Forever by the crooks of Tweed,
Forever by the woods of song
And lands that to the Muse belong;
Or if in peopled streets, or in
The abhorred pedantic sanhedrim,
It should be yours to wander, still
Airs of the morn, airs of the hill,
The plovery Forest and the seas
That breaks about the Hebrides,
Should follow over field and plain
And find you at the window pane;
And you again see hill and peel,
And the bright springs gush at your heel.
So went the fiat forth, and so
Garrulous like a brook you go,
With sound of happy mirth and sheen
Of daylight -- whether by the green
You fare that moment, or the grey;
Whether you dwell in March or May;
Or whether treat of reels and rods
Or of the old unhappy gods:
Still like a brook your page has shone,
And your ink sings of Helicon.
斑（まだら）色の髪をした親愛なるアンドレ
腕を頭上高く宙に振り上げる事を誰が誇るだろう
震える葦笛
エイルとケイルに近く
ティルとトゥイ―ドゥに近く
貴方が見せるそれ相応の手仕事
指し示そうとするペン
投げようとする飛球
僕は貴方は幸運だと思う
23:13 2016/02/20土
From Underwoods
Robert Louis Stevenson
Dear Andrew, wi23:13 2016/02/20th the brindled hair
Who glory to have thrown in air,
High over arm, the trembling reed,
By Ale and Kail, by Till and Tweed:
An equal craft of hand you show
The pen to guide, the fly to throw:
I count you happy starred: for God,
When he with inkpot and with rod
Endowed you, bade your fortune lead
Forever by the crooks of Tweed,
Forever by the woods of song
And lands that to the Muse belong;
Or if in peopled streets, or in
The abhorred pedantic sanhedrim,
It should be yours to wander, still
Airs of the morn, airs of the hill,
The plovery Forest and the seas
That breaks about the Hebrides,
Should follow over field and plain
And find you at the window pane;
And you again see hill and peel,
And the bright springs gush at your heel.
So went the fiat forth, and so
Garrulous like a brook you go,
With sound of happy mirth and sheen
Of daylight -- whether by the green
You fare that moment, or the grey;
Whether you dwell in March or May;
Or whether treat of reels and rods
Or of the old unhappy gods:
Still like a brook your page has shone,
And your ink sings of Helicon.
斑（まだら）色の髪をした親愛なるアンドレ
腕を頭上高く宙に振り上げる事を誰が誇るだろう
震える葦笛
エイルとケイルに近く
ティルとトゥイ―ドゥに近く
貴方が見せるそれ相応の手仕事
指し示そうとするペン
投げようとする飛球
僕は貴方は幸運だと思う
23:13 2016/02/20土
2016年2月19日金曜日
To H. F. Brown.3/Robert Louis Stevenson翻訳
To H. F. Brown.
From Underwoods
(Written during a dangerous sichness)
I sit and wait a pair of oars
On cis-Elysian river-shores.
Where the immortal dead have sate,
'T is mine to sit and meditate;
To re-ascend life's rivulet,
Without remorse, without regret;
And sing my Alma Genetrix
Among the willows of the Styx.
僕はこちらのイリジアンの川岸に座って
漕ぎ舟を待っている
神聖な死者が向かう場所
座ってじっくり考える事も
命の小川を再び上る事も
良心の咎めもなく、悔恨もなく
それは僕の求めるもの
だからスティクスの柳に囲まれた
我がアルマ.ジェネトゥリクスを讃えよ
And lo, as my serener soul
Did these unhappy shores patrol,
And wait with an attentive ear
The coming of the gondolier,
Your fire-surviving roll I took,
Your spirited and happy book; *
Whereon, despite my frowning fate,
It di雪d my soul so recreated
That all my fancies fled away
On a Venetian holiday.
そして見よ、僕の幾分澄み切った心のように
この不幸な岸は巡回したか
ゴンドラの舟唄の接近を
一心に耳を傾けて待ち侘びる
貴方が誘う命拾いの横揺れ
貴方の勇しく幸福な書
僕の眉を顰めるような運命を軽蔑する
それは僕の心を実に元気付けるので
僕の幻想の全てはヴェネチアの休日に消え去った
Now, thanks to your triumphant care,
Your pages clear as April air,
The sails, the bells, the birds, I know,
And the far-off Friulan snow;
The land and sea, the sun and shade,
And the blue even lamp-inlaid.
For this, for these, for all, O friend,
For your whole book from end to end --
For Paron Piero's muttonham --
I your defaulting debtor am.
Perchance, reviving, yet may I
To your sea-paven city hie,
And in a felze, some day yet
Light at your pipe my cigarette.
今は、成巧を収めた貴方の苦労に感謝する
貴方の書物は四月の外気のように明快だ
帆船、鐘の音、鳥、僕には分かる、
そして遠く離れたフリウランの雪
陸地と海、日向と日影、
そうして青い落ち着いた鏤（ちりば）められたランプの灯り
この為に、これらの為に、全ての為に、オゥ友よ、
貴方の端から端まで貴方の全書物の為に
パロンピエロのマトゥンハムの為に--
僕は貴方の怠るばかりの債務者
おそらく、生き残るという事は、
貴方の海に舗装された街へ今急ぐ事だろう
そして、felzeの中で何時の日かやがて
僕の煙草に貴方のパイプで火を点けて
23:37 2016/02/19金
From Underwoods
(Written during a dangerous sichness)
I sit and wait a pair of oars
On cis-Elysian river-shores.
Where the immortal dead have sate,
'T is mine to sit and meditate;
To re-ascend life's rivulet,
Without remorse, without regret;
And sing my Alma Genetrix
Among the willows of the Styx.
僕はこちらのイリジアンの川岸に座って
漕ぎ舟を待っている
神聖な死者が向かう場所
座ってじっくり考える事も
命の小川を再び上る事も
良心の咎めもなく、悔恨もなく
それは僕の求めるもの
だからスティクスの柳に囲まれた
我がアルマ.ジェネトゥリクスを讃えよ
And lo, as my serener soul
Did these unhappy shores patrol,
And wait with an attentive ear
The coming of the gondolier,
Your fire-surviving roll I took,
Your spirited and happy book; *
Whereon, despite my frowning fate,
It di雪d my soul so recreated
That all my fancies fled away
On a Venetian holiday.
そして見よ、僕の幾分澄み切った心のように
この不幸な岸は巡回したか
ゴンドラの舟唄の接近を
一心に耳を傾けて待ち侘びる
貴方が誘う命拾いの横揺れ
貴方の勇しく幸福な書
僕の眉を顰めるような運命を軽蔑する
それは僕の心を実に元気付けるので
僕の幻想の全てはヴェネチアの休日に消え去った
Now, thanks to your triumphant care,
Your pages clear as April air,
The sails, the bells, the birds, I know,
And the far-off Friulan snow;
The land and sea, the sun and shade,
And the blue even lamp-inlaid.
For this, for these, for all, O friend,
For your whole book from end to end --
For Paron Piero's muttonham --
I your defaulting debtor am.
Perchance, reviving, yet may I
To your sea-paven city hie,
And in a felze, some day yet
Light at your pipe my cigarette.
今は、成巧を収めた貴方の苦労に感謝する
貴方の書物は四月の外気のように明快だ
帆船、鐘の音、鳥、僕には分かる、
そして遠く離れたフリウランの雪
陸地と海、日向と日影、
そうして青い落ち着いた鏤（ちりば）められたランプの灯り
この為に、これらの為に、全ての為に、オゥ友よ、
貴方の端から端まで貴方の全書物の為に
パロンピエロのマトゥンハムの為に--
僕は貴方の怠るばかりの債務者
おそらく、生き残るという事は、
貴方の海に舗装された街へ今急ぐ事だろう
そして、felzeの中で何時の日かやがて
僕の煙草に貴方のパイプで火を点けて
23:37 2016/02/19金
2016年2月18日木曜日
To H. F. Brown.3/Robert Louis Stevenson翻訳
To H. F. Brown.
From Underwoods
(Written during a dangerous sichness)
I sit and wait a pair of oars
On cis-Elysian river-shores.
Where the immortal dead have sate,
'T is mine to sit and meditate;
To re-ascend life's rivulet,
Without remorse, without regret;
And sing my Alma Genetrix
Among the willows of the Styx.
僕はこちらのイリジアンの川岸に座って
漕ぎ舟を待っている
神聖な死者が向かう場所
座ってじっくり考える事も
命の小川を再び上る事も
良心の咎めもなく、悔恨もなく
それは僕の求めるもの
だからスティクスの柳に囲まれた
我がアルマ.ジェネトゥリクスを讃えよ
And lo, as my serener soul
Did these unhappy shores patrol,
And wait with an attentive ear
The coming of the gondolier,
Your fire-surviving roll I took,
Your spirited and happy book; *
Whereon, despite my frowning fate,
It di雪d my soul so recreated
That all my fancies fled away
On a Venetian holiday.
そして見よ、僕の幾分澄み切った心のように
この不幸な岸は巡回したか
ゴンドラの舟唄の接近を
一心に耳を傾けて待ち侘びる
貴方が誘う命拾いの横揺れ
貴方の勇しく幸福な書
僕の眉を顰めるような運命を軽蔑する
それは僕の心を実に元気付けるので
僕の幻想の全てはヴェネチアの休日に消え去った
Now, thanks to your triumphant care,
Your pages clear as April air,
The sails, the bells, the birds, I know,
And the far-off Friulan snow;
The land and sea, the sun and shade,
And the blue even lamp-inlaid.
For this, for these, for all, O friend,
For your whole book from end to end --
For Paron Piero's muttonham --
I your defaulting debtor am.
Perchance, reviving, yet may I
To your sea-paven city hie,
And in a felze, some day yet
Light at your pipe my cigarette.
今は、成巧を収めた貴方の苦労に感謝する
貴方の書物は四月の外気のように明快だ
帆船、鐘の音、鳥、僕には分かる、
そして遠く離れたフリウランの雪
陸地と海、日向と日影、
そうして青い落ち着いた鏤（ちりば）められたランプの灯り
この為に、これらの為に、全ての為に、オゥ友よ、
貴方の端から端まで貴方の全書物の為に
パロンピエロのマトゥンハムの為に--
僕は貴方の怠るばかりの債務者
23:37 2016/02/18木
From Underwoods
(Written during a dangerous sichness)
I sit and wait a pair of oars
On cis-Elysian river-shores.
Where the immortal dead have sate,
'T is mine to sit and meditate;
To re-ascend life's rivulet,
Without remorse, without regret;
And sing my Alma Genetrix
Among the willows of the Styx.
僕はこちらのイリジアンの川岸に座って
漕ぎ舟を待っている
神聖な死者が向かう場所
座ってじっくり考える事も
命の小川を再び上る事も
良心の咎めもなく、悔恨もなく
それは僕の求めるもの
だからスティクスの柳に囲まれた
我がアルマ.ジェネトゥリクスを讃えよ
And lo, as my serener soul
Did these unhappy shores patrol,
And wait with an attentive ear
The coming of the gondolier,
Your fire-surviving roll I took,
Your spirited and happy book; *
Whereon, despite my frowning fate,
It di雪d my soul so recreated
That all my fancies fled away
On a Venetian holiday.
そして見よ、僕の幾分澄み切った心のように
この不幸な岸は巡回したか
ゴンドラの舟唄の接近を
一心に耳を傾けて待ち侘びる
貴方が誘う命拾いの横揺れ
貴方の勇しく幸福な書
僕の眉を顰めるような運命を軽蔑する
それは僕の心を実に元気付けるので
僕の幻想の全てはヴェネチアの休日に消え去った
Now, thanks to your triumphant care,
Your pages clear as April air,
The sails, the bells, the birds, I know,
And the far-off Friulan snow;
The land and sea, the sun and shade,
And the blue even lamp-inlaid.
For this, for these, for all, O friend,
For your whole book from end to end --
For Paron Piero's muttonham --
I your defaulting debtor am.
Perchance, reviving, yet may I
To your sea-paven city hie,
And in a felze, some day yet
Light at your pipe my cigarette.
今は、成巧を収めた貴方の苦労に感謝する
貴方の書物は四月の外気のように明快だ
帆船、鐘の音、鳥、僕には分かる、
そして遠く離れたフリウランの雪
陸地と海、日向と日影、
そうして青い落ち着いた鏤（ちりば）められたランプの灯り
この為に、これらの為に、全ての為に、オゥ友よ、
貴方の端から端まで貴方の全書物の為に
パロンピエロのマトゥンハムの為に--
僕は貴方の怠るばかりの債務者
23:37 2016/02/18木
2016年2月17日水曜日
To H. F. Brown.2/Robert Louis Stevenson翻訳
To H. F. Brown.
From Underwoods
(Written during a dangerous sichness)
I sit and wait a pair of oars
On cis-Elysian river-shores.
Where the immortal dead have sate,
'T is mine to sit and meditate;
To re-ascend life's rivulet,
Without remorse, without regret;
And sing my Alma Genetrix
Among the willows of the Styx.
僕はこちらのイリジアンの川岸に座って
漕ぎ舟を待っている
神聖な死者が向かう場所
座ってじっくり考える事も
命の小川を再び上る事も
良心の咎めもなく、悔恨もなく
それは僕の求めるもの
だからスティクスの柳に囲まれた
我がアルマ.ジェネトゥリクスを讃えよ
And lo, as my serener soul
Did these unhappy shores patrol,
And wait with an attentive ear
The coming of the gondolier,
Your fire-surviving roll I took,
Your spirited and happy book; *
Whereon, despite my frowning fate,
It di雪d my soul so recreated
That all my fancies fled away
On a Venetian holiday.
そして見よ、僕の幾分澄み切った心のように
この不幸な岸は巡回したか
ゴンドラの舟唄の接近を
一心に耳を傾けて待ち侘びる
貴方が誘う命拾いの横揺れ
貴方の勇しく幸福な書
僕の眉を顰めるような運命を軽蔑する
それは僕の心を実に元気付けるので
僕の幻想の全てはヴェネチアの休日に消え去った
Now, thanks to your triumphant care,
Your pages clear as April air,
The sails, the bells, the birds, I know,
And the far-off Friulan snow;
The land and sea, the sun and shade,
And the blue even lamp-inlaid.
For this, for these, for all, O friend,
For your whole book from end to end --
For Paron Piero's muttonham --
I your defaulting debtor am.
Perchance, reviving, yet may I
To your sea-paven city hie,
And in a felze, some day yet
Light at your pipe my cigarette.
23:37 2016/02/17水
From Underwoods
(Written during a dangerous sichness)
I sit and wait a pair of oars
On cis-Elysian river-shores.
Where the immortal dead have sate,
'T is mine to sit and meditate;
To re-ascend life's rivulet,
Without remorse, without regret;
And sing my Alma Genetrix
Among the willows of the Styx.
僕はこちらのイリジアンの川岸に座って
漕ぎ舟を待っている
神聖な死者が向かう場所
座ってじっくり考える事も
命の小川を再び上る事も
良心の咎めもなく、悔恨もなく
それは僕の求めるもの
だからスティクスの柳に囲まれた
我がアルマ.ジェネトゥリクスを讃えよ
And lo, as my serener soul
Did these unhappy shores patrol,
And wait with an attentive ear
The coming of the gondolier,
Your fire-surviving roll I took,
Your spirited and happy book; *
Whereon, despite my frowning fate,
It di雪d my soul so recreated
That all my fancies fled away
On a Venetian holiday.
そして見よ、僕の幾分澄み切った心のように
この不幸な岸は巡回したか
ゴンドラの舟唄の接近を
一心に耳を傾けて待ち侘びる
貴方が誘う命拾いの横揺れ
貴方の勇しく幸福な書
僕の眉を顰めるような運命を軽蔑する
それは僕の心を実に元気付けるので
僕の幻想の全てはヴェネチアの休日に消え去った
Now, thanks to your triumphant care,
Your pages clear as April air,
The sails, the bells, the birds, I know,
And the far-off Friulan snow;
The land and sea, the sun and shade,
And the blue even lamp-inlaid.
For this, for these, for all, O friend,
For your whole book from end to end --
For Paron Piero's muttonham --
I your defaulting debtor am.
Perchance, reviving, yet may I
To your sea-paven city hie,
And in a felze, some day yet
Light at your pipe my cigarette.
23:37 2016/02/17水
2016年2月16日火曜日
To H. F. Brown.1/Robert Louis Stevenson翻訳
To H. F. Brown.
From Underwoods
(Written during a dangerous sichness)
I sit and wait a pair of oars
On cis-Elysian river-shores.
Where the immortal dead have sate,
'T is mine to sit and meditate;
To re-ascend life's rivulet,
Without remorse, without regret;
And sing my Alma Genetrix
Among the willows of the Styx.
僕はこちらのイリジアンの川岸に座って漕ぎ舟を待っている
神聖な死者が向かう場所
座ってじっくり考える事も
命の小川を再び上る事も
良心の咎めもなく、悔恨もなく
それは僕の求めるもの
だからスティクスの柳に囲まれた
我がアルマ.ジェネトゥリクスを讃えよ
And lo, as my serener soul
Did these unhappy shores patrol,
And wait with an attentive ear
The coming of the gondolier,
Your fire-surviving roll I took,
Your spirited and happy book; *
Whereon, despite my frowning fate,
It did my soul so recreate
That all my fancies fled away
On a Venetian holiday.
Now, thanks to your triumphant care,
Your pages clear as April air,
The sails, the bells, the birds, I know,
And the far-off Friulan snow;
The land and sea, the sun and shade,
And the blue even lamp-inlaid.
For this, for these, for all, O friend,
For your whole book from end to end --
For Paron Piero's muttonham --
I your defaulting debtor am.
Perchance, reviving, yet may I
To your sea-paven city hie,
And in a felze, some day yet
Light at your pipe my cigarette.
20:45 2016/02/16火
From Underwoods
(Written during a dangerous sichness)
I sit and wait a pair of oars
On cis-Elysian river-shores.
Where the immortal dead have sate,
'T is mine to sit and meditate;
To re-ascend life's rivulet,
Without remorse, without regret;
And sing my Alma Genetrix
Among the willows of the Styx.
僕はこちらのイリジアンの川岸に座って漕ぎ舟を待っている
神聖な死者が向かう場所
座ってじっくり考える事も
命の小川を再び上る事も
良心の咎めもなく、悔恨もなく
それは僕の求めるもの
だからスティクスの柳に囲まれた
我がアルマ.ジェネトゥリクスを讃えよ
And lo, as my serener soul
Did these unhappy shores patrol,
And wait with an attentive ear
The coming of the gondolier,
Your fire-surviving roll I took,
Your spirited and happy book; *
Whereon, despite my frowning fate,
It did my soul so recreate
That all my fancies fled away
On a Venetian holiday.
Now, thanks to your triumphant care,
Your pages clear as April air,
The sails, the bells, the birds, I know,
And the far-off Friulan snow;
The land and sea, the sun and shade,
And the blue even lamp-inlaid.
For this, for these, for all, O friend,
For your whole book from end to end --
For Paron Piero's muttonham --
I your defaulting debtor am.
Perchance, reviving, yet may I
To your sea-paven city hie,
And in a felze, some day yet
Light at your pipe my cigarette.
20:45 2016/02/16火
2016年2月15日月曜日
To Mrs. Will. H. Low.4/Robert Louis Stevenson翻訳
To Mrs. Will. H. Low.
From Underwoods
Robert Louis Stevenson
Even in the bluest noonday of July,
There could not run the smallest breath of wind
But all the quarter sounded like a wood;
And in the chequered silence and above
The hum of city cabs that sought the Bois,
Suburban ashes shivered into song.
A patter and a chatter and a chirp
And a long dying hiss -- it was as though
Starched old brocaded dames through all the house
Had trailed a strident skirt, or her whole sky
Even in a wink had over-brimmed in rain.
Hark, in these shady parlours, how it talks
Of the near autumn, how the smitten ash
Trembles and augurs floods! O not too long
In these inconstant latitudes delay,
O not too late from the unbeloved north
Trim your escape! For soon shall this low roof
Resound indeed with rain, soon shall your eyes
Search the foul garden, search the darkened rooms,
Nor find one jewel but the blazing log.
七月のよく晴れた正午でさえ
そこには、僅かな微風も流れて来なかった
しかし街全体が森のように思えた
そして数奇な静寂の中で、街の悪臭の上手に森を探そうと車で乗りつける
田舎の廃墟が歌に震えた
ぱたぱたやペちゃペちゃやちゅっちゅっや長い消え入りそうなしゅうっという音
それはまるで家中古い金襴の貴婦人達を糊付けしているかのようだった
きぃきぃいうスカ―トゥを引き摺ったのか、彼女の欠けたところのない空は忽ち雨で溢れた
聞け、この秘密の社交室でそれは来たるベき秋をどれ程物語り、滅んでゆく廃墟は、どれ程脅え、予言者が殺倒する事か！
あああまりにも長くこの定まらないい寛容の中でぐずぐずしてはならない
オゥ愛されなかった北からあまり遅くならないで
貴方の現実逃避をあまり手遅れにならない内に刈り取れ！
直ぐにこの低い屋根は雨で反響するでしょうか
直ぐに貴方の目はむさ苦しい庭を探し、暗くなった部屋を探でしょうか
燃える薪どころか、たった一つの宝石さえ見つからないのに
22:15 2016/02/15月
From Underwoods
Robert Louis Stevenson
Even in the bluest noonday of July,
There could not run the smallest breath of wind
But all the quarter sounded like a wood;
And in the chequered silence and above
The hum of city cabs that sought the Bois,
Suburban ashes shivered into song.
A patter and a chatter and a chirp
And a long dying hiss -- it was as though
Starched old brocaded dames through all the house
Had trailed a strident skirt, or her whole sky
Even in a wink had over-brimmed in rain.
Hark, in these shady parlours, how it talks
Of the near autumn, how the smitten ash
Trembles and augurs floods! O not too long
In these inconstant latitudes delay,
O not too late from the unbeloved north
Trim your escape! For soon shall this low roof
Resound indeed with rain, soon shall your eyes
Search the foul garden, search the darkened rooms,
Nor find one jewel but the blazing log.
七月のよく晴れた正午でさえ
そこには、僅かな微風も流れて来なかった
しかし街全体が森のように思えた
そして数奇な静寂の中で、街の悪臭の上手に森を探そうと車で乗りつける
田舎の廃墟が歌に震えた
ぱたぱたやペちゃペちゃやちゅっちゅっや長い消え入りそうなしゅうっという音
それはまるで家中古い金襴の貴婦人達を糊付けしているかのようだった
きぃきぃいうスカ―トゥを引き摺ったのか、彼女の欠けたところのない空は忽ち雨で溢れた
聞け、この秘密の社交室でそれは来たるベき秋をどれ程物語り、滅んでゆく廃墟は、どれ程脅え、予言者が殺倒する事か！
あああまりにも長くこの定まらないい寛容の中でぐずぐずしてはならない
オゥ愛されなかった北からあまり遅くならないで
貴方の現実逃避をあまり手遅れにならない内に刈り取れ！
直ぐにこの低い屋根は雨で反響するでしょうか
直ぐに貴方の目はむさ苦しい庭を探し、暗くなった部屋を探でしょうか
燃える薪どころか、たった一つの宝石さえ見つからないのに
22:15 2016/02/15月
2016年2月14日日曜日
To Mrs. Will. H. Low.3/Robert Louis Stevenson翻訳
To Mrs. Will. H. Low.
From Underwoods
Robert Louis Stevenson
Even in the bluest noonday of July,
There could not run the smallest breath of wind
But all the quarter sounded like a wood;
And in the chequered silence and above
The hum of city cabs that sought the Bois,
Suburban ashes shivered into song.
A patter and a chatter and a chirp
And a long dying hiss -- it was as though
Starched old brocaded dames through all the house
Had trailed a strident skirt, or her whole sky
Even in a wink had over-brimmed in rain.
Hark, in these shady parlours, how it talks
Of the near autumn, how the smitten ash
Trembles and augurs floods! O not too long
In these inconstant latitudes delay,
O not too late from the unbeloved north
Trim your escape! For soon shall this low roof
Resound indeed with rain, soon shall your eyes
Search the foul garden, search the darkened rooms,
Nor find one jewel but the blazing log.
七月のよく晴れた正午でさえ
そこには、僅かな微風も流れて来なかった
しかし街全体が森のように思えた
そして数奇な静寂の中で、街の悪臭の上手に森を探そうと車で乗りつける
田舎の廃墟が歌に震えた
ぱたぱたやペちゃペちゃやちゅっちゅっや長い消え入りそうなしゅうっという音
それはまるで家中古い金襴の貴婦人達を糊付けしているかのようだった
きぃきぃいうスカ―トゥを引き摺ったのか、彼女の欠けたところのない空は忽ち雨で溢れた
聞け、この秘密の社交室でそれは来たるベき秋をどれ程物語り、滅んでゆく廃墟は、どれ程脅え、予言者が殺倒する事か！
あああまりにも長くこの定まらないい寛容の中でぐずぐずしてはならない
オゥ愛されなかった北からあまり遅くならないで
貴方の現実逃避をあまり手遅れにならない内に刈り取れ！
22:15 2016/02/14日
From Underwoods
Robert Louis Stevenson
Even in the bluest noonday of July,
There could not run the smallest breath of wind
But all the quarter sounded like a wood;
And in the chequered silence and above
The hum of city cabs that sought the Bois,
Suburban ashes shivered into song.
A patter and a chatter and a chirp
And a long dying hiss -- it was as though
Starched old brocaded dames through all the house
Had trailed a strident skirt, or her whole sky
Even in a wink had over-brimmed in rain.
Hark, in these shady parlours, how it talks
Of the near autumn, how the smitten ash
Trembles and augurs floods! O not too long
In these inconstant latitudes delay,
O not too late from the unbeloved north
Trim your escape! For soon shall this low roof
Resound indeed with rain, soon shall your eyes
Search the foul garden, search the darkened rooms,
Nor find one jewel but the blazing log.
七月のよく晴れた正午でさえ
そこには、僅かな微風も流れて来なかった
しかし街全体が森のように思えた
そして数奇な静寂の中で、街の悪臭の上手に森を探そうと車で乗りつける
田舎の廃墟が歌に震えた
ぱたぱたやペちゃペちゃやちゅっちゅっや長い消え入りそうなしゅうっという音
それはまるで家中古い金襴の貴婦人達を糊付けしているかのようだった
きぃきぃいうスカ―トゥを引き摺ったのか、彼女の欠けたところのない空は忽ち雨で溢れた
聞け、この秘密の社交室でそれは来たるベき秋をどれ程物語り、滅んでゆく廃墟は、どれ程脅え、予言者が殺倒する事か！
あああまりにも長くこの定まらないい寛容の中でぐずぐずしてはならない
オゥ愛されなかった北からあまり遅くならないで
貴方の現実逃避をあまり手遅れにならない内に刈り取れ！
22:15 2016/02/14日
2016年2月13日土曜日
To Mrs. Will. H. Low.2/Robert Louis Stevenson翻訳
To Mrs. Will. H. Low.
From Underwoods
Robert Louis St22:15 2016/02/12evenson
Even in the bluest noonday of July,
There could not run the smallest breath of wind
But all the quarter sounded like a wood;
And in the chequered silence and above
The hum of city cabs that sought the Bois,
Suburban ashes shivered into song.
A patter and a chatter and a chirp
And a long dying hiss -- it was as though
Starched old brocaded dames through all the house
Had trailed a strident skirt, or her whole sky
Even in a wink had over-brimmed in rain.
Hark, in these shady parlours, how it talks
Of the near autumn, how the smitten ash
Trembles and augurs floods! O not too long
In these inconstant latitudes delay,
O not too late from the unbeloved north
Trim your escape! For soon shall this low roof
Resound indeed with rain, soon shall your eyes
Search the foul garden, search the darkened rooms,
Nor find one jewel but the blazing log.
七月のよく晴れた正午でさえ
そこには、僅かな微風も流れて来なかった
しかし街全体が森のように思えた
そして数奇な静寂の中で、街の悪臭の上手に森を探そうと車で乗りつける
田舎の廃墟が歌に震えた
ぱたぱたやペちゃペちゃやちゅっちゅっや長い消え入りそうなしゅうっという音
それはまるで家中古い金襴の貴婦人達を糊付けしているかのようだった
きぃきぃいうスカ―トゥを引き摺ったのか、彼女の欠けたところのない空は忽ち雨で溢れた
22:15 2016/02/13土
From Underwoods
Robert Louis St22:15 2016/02/12evenson
Even in the bluest noonday of July,
There could not run the smallest breath of wind
But all the quarter sounded like a wood;
And in the chequered silence and above
The hum of city cabs that sought the Bois,
Suburban ashes shivered into song.
A patter and a chatter and a chirp
And a long dying hiss -- it was as though
Starched old brocaded dames through all the house
Had trailed a strident skirt, or her whole sky
Even in a wink had over-brimmed in rain.
Hark, in these shady parlours, how it talks
Of the near autumn, how the smitten ash
Trembles and augurs floods! O not too long
In these inconstant latitudes delay,
O not too late from the unbeloved north
Trim your escape! For soon shall this low roof
Resound indeed with rain, soon shall your eyes
Search the foul garden, search the darkened rooms,
Nor find one jewel but the blazing log.
七月のよく晴れた正午でさえ
そこには、僅かな微風も流れて来なかった
しかし街全体が森のように思えた
そして数奇な静寂の中で、街の悪臭の上手に森を探そうと車で乗りつける
田舎の廃墟が歌に震えた
ぱたぱたやペちゃペちゃやちゅっちゅっや長い消え入りそうなしゅうっという音
それはまるで家中古い金襴の貴婦人達を糊付けしているかのようだった
きぃきぃいうスカ―トゥを引き摺ったのか、彼女の欠けたところのない空は忽ち雨で溢れた
22:15 2016/02/13土
2016年2月12日金曜日
To Mrs. Will. H. Low.1/Robert Louis Stevenson翻訳
To Mrs. Will. H. Low.
From Underwoods
Robert Louis Stevenson
Even in the bluest noonday of July,
There could not run the smallest breath of wind
But all the quarter sounded like a wood;
And in the chequered silence and above
The hum of city cabs that sought the Bois,
Suburban ashes shivered into song.
A patter and a chatter and a chirp
And a long dying hiss -- it was as though
Starched old brocaded dames through all the house
Had trailed a strident skirt, or her whole sky
Even in a wink had over-brimmed in rain.
Hark, in these shady parlours, how it talks
Of the near autumn, how the smitten ash
Trembles and augurs floods! O not too long
In these inconstant latitudes delay,
O not too late from the unbeloved north
Trim your escape! For soon shall this low roof
Resound indeed with rain, soon shall your eyes
Search the foul garden, search the darkened rooms,
Nor find one jewel but the blazing log.
七月のよく晴れた正午でさえ
そこには、僅かな微風も流れて来なかった
しかし街全体が森のように思えた
そして数奇な静寂の中で、街の悪臭の上手に森を探そうと車で乗りつける
22:15 2016/02/12金
From Underwoods
Robert Louis Stevenson
Even in the bluest noonday of July,
There could not run the smallest breath of wind
But all the quarter sounded like a wood;
And in the chequered silence and above
The hum of city cabs that sought the Bois,
Suburban ashes shivered into song.
A patter and a chatter and a chirp
And a long dying hiss -- it was as though
Starched old brocaded dames through all the house
Had trailed a strident skirt, or her whole sky
Even in a wink had over-brimmed in rain.
Hark, in these shady parlours, how it talks
Of the near autumn, how the smitten ash
Trembles and augurs floods! O not too long
In these inconstant latitudes delay,
O not too late from the unbeloved north
Trim your escape! For soon shall this low roof
Resound indeed with rain, soon shall your eyes
Search the foul garden, search the darkened rooms,
Nor find one jewel but the blazing log.
七月のよく晴れた正午でさえ
そこには、僅かな微風も流れて来なかった
しかし街全体が森のように思えた
そして数奇な静寂の中で、街の悪臭の上手に森を探そうと車で乗りつける
22:15 2016/02/12金
2016年2月11日木曜日
To Will. H. Low.3/Robert Louis Stevenson翻訳
To Will. H. Low.
From Underwoods
Robert Louis Stevenson
Youth now flees on feathered foot.
Faint and fainter sounds the flute,
Rarer songs of gods; and still
Somewhere on the sunny hill,
Or along the winding stream,
Through the willows, flits a dream;
Flits, but shows a smiling face,
Flees, but with so quaint a grace,
None can choose to stay at home,
All must follow, all must roam.
青春は、真（まこと）に、羽を付けたような足取りで過ぎ去る
幽（かそけ）き尚更幽（かそけ）きフル―トゥを吹くがいい
神々の稀な楽の音
そして今も陽のよく当たる丘のどこかで
戓いは曲がりくねった流れに沿って
柳の木立ちを抜けて夢のように過ぎ去る
過ぎ去るがいい、しかし笑顔を見せて
消え失せるがいい、しかし実に味な恩恵と共に
誰一人寛（くつろ）いで立ち止まる事を選べない
皆従うしかない、皆彷徨うしかない
This is unborn beauty: she
Now in air floats high and free,
Takes the sun and breaks the blue; --
Late with stooping pinion flew
Raking hedgerow trees, and wet
Her wing in silver streams, and set
Shining foot on temple roof:
Now again she flies aloof,
Coasting mountain clouds and kiss't
By the evening's amethyst.
これは、胎内の美である
彼女は今空中の浮遊物となり高揚して思うがままに
太陽を奪い空の青を遮断する --
夜も更けて灌木の林を見晴らしながら
前傾する翼で飛んだ
やがて銀河で彼女の翼を湿らせ
寺院の屋根の上光る足を置いた僕達は
今、又、彼女は離れて飛ぶ
タべのアメジストゥを通って
羽を伸ばしたまま
山にかかった雲へ飛び
それにキスする
In wet wood and miry lane,
Still we pant and pound in vain;
Still with leaden foot we chace
Waning pinion, fainting face;
Still with grey hair we stumble on,
Till, behold, the vision gone!
Where hath fleeting beauty led?
To the doorway of the dead.
Life is over, life was gay:
We have come the primrose way.
じめじめした森とぬかるんだ小道
今も僕達は空しく息切れがしてどきどきする
今も重い足取りで小さくなる翼を薄れてゆく顔を追いかける
未だ白髪と共に躓き続ける
その為終に、見よ、
死の戸口に向かって
生命が尽きる、人生は楽しかった
僕達は桜草の道を来た
22:18 2016/02/11木曜日
From Underwoods
Robert Louis Stevenson
Youth now flees on feathered foot.
Faint and fainter sounds the flute,
Rarer songs of gods; and still
Somewhere on the sunny hill,
Or along the winding stream,
Through the willows, flits a dream;
Flits, but shows a smiling face,
Flees, but with so quaint a grace,
None can choose to stay at home,
All must follow, all must roam.
青春は、真（まこと）に、羽を付けたような足取りで過ぎ去る
幽（かそけ）き尚更幽（かそけ）きフル―トゥを吹くがいい
神々の稀な楽の音
そして今も陽のよく当たる丘のどこかで
戓いは曲がりくねった流れに沿って
柳の木立ちを抜けて夢のように過ぎ去る
過ぎ去るがいい、しかし笑顔を見せて
消え失せるがいい、しかし実に味な恩恵と共に
誰一人寛（くつろ）いで立ち止まる事を選べない
皆従うしかない、皆彷徨うしかない
This is unborn beauty: she
Now in air floats high and free,
Takes the sun and breaks the blue; --
Late with stooping pinion flew
Raking hedgerow trees, and wet
Her wing in silver streams, and set
Shining foot on temple roof:
Now again she flies aloof,
Coasting mountain clouds and kiss't
By the evening's amethyst.
これは、胎内の美である
彼女は今空中の浮遊物となり高揚して思うがままに
太陽を奪い空の青を遮断する --
夜も更けて灌木の林を見晴らしながら
前傾する翼で飛んだ
やがて銀河で彼女の翼を湿らせ
寺院の屋根の上光る足を置いた僕達は
今、又、彼女は離れて飛ぶ
タべのアメジストゥを通って
羽を伸ばしたまま
山にかかった雲へ飛び
それにキスする
In wet wood and miry lane,
Still we pant and pound in vain;
Still with leaden foot we chace
Waning pinion, fainting face;
Still with grey hair we stumble on,
Till, behold, the vision gone!
Where hath fleeting beauty led?
To the doorway of the dead.
Life is over, life was gay:
We have come the primrose way.
じめじめした森とぬかるんだ小道
今も僕達は空しく息切れがしてどきどきする
今も重い足取りで小さくなる翼を薄れてゆく顔を追いかける
未だ白髪と共に躓き続ける
その為終に、見よ、
死の戸口に向かって
生命が尽きる、人生は楽しかった
僕達は桜草の道を来た
22:18 2016/02/11木曜日
2016年2月10日水曜日
To Will. H. Low.2/Robert Louis Stevenson翻訳
To Will. H. Low.
From Underwoods
Robert Louis Stevenson
Youth now flees on feathered foot.
Faint and fainter sounds the flute,
Rarer songs of gods; and still
Somewhere on the sunny hill,
Or along the winding stream,
Through the willows, flits a dream;
Flits, but shows a smiling face,
Flees, but with so quaint a grace,
None can choose to stay at home,
All must follow, all must roam.
青春は、真（まこと）に、羽を付けたような足取りで過ぎ去る
幽（かそけ）き尚更幽（かそけ）きフル―トゥを吹くがいい
神々の稀な楽の音
そして今も陽のよく当たる丘のどこかで
戓いは曲がりくねった流れに沿って
柳の木立ちを抜けて夢のように過ぎ去る
過ぎ去るがいい、しかし笑顔を見せて
消え失せるがいい、しかし実に味な恩恵と共に
誰一人寛（くつろ）いで立ち止まる事を選べない
皆従うしかない、皆彷徨うしかない
This is unborn beauty: she
Now in air floats high and free,
Takes the sun and breaks the blue; --
Late with stooping pinion flew
Raking hedgerow trees, and wet
Her wing in silver streams, and set
Shining foot on temple roof:
Now again she flies aloof,
Coasting mountain clouds and kiss't
By the evening's amethyst.
これは、胎内の美である
彼女は今空中の浮遊物となり高揚して思うがままに
太陽を奪い空の青を遮断する --
夜も更けて灌木の林を見晴らしながら
前傾する翼で飛んだ
やがて銀河で彼女の翼を湿らせ
寺院の屋根の上光る足を置いた
今、又、彼女は離れて飛ぶ
タべのアメジストゥを通って
羽を伸ばしたまま
山にかかった雲へ飛び
それにキスする
In wet wood and miry lane,
Still we pant and pound in vain;
Still with leaden foot we chace
Waning pinion, fainting face;
Still with grey hair we stumble on,
Till, behold, the vision gone!
Where hath fleeting beauty led?
To the doorway of the dead.
Life is over, life was gay:
We have come the primrose way.
21:50 2016/02/10水曜日
From Underwoods
Robert Louis Stevenson
Youth now flees on feathered foot.
Faint and fainter sounds the flute,
Rarer songs of gods; and still
Somewhere on the sunny hill,
Or along the winding stream,
Through the willows, flits a dream;
Flits, but shows a smiling face,
Flees, but with so quaint a grace,
None can choose to stay at home,
All must follow, all must roam.
青春は、真（まこと）に、羽を付けたような足取りで過ぎ去る
幽（かそけ）き尚更幽（かそけ）きフル―トゥを吹くがいい
神々の稀な楽の音
そして今も陽のよく当たる丘のどこかで
戓いは曲がりくねった流れに沿って
柳の木立ちを抜けて夢のように過ぎ去る
過ぎ去るがいい、しかし笑顔を見せて
消え失せるがいい、しかし実に味な恩恵と共に
誰一人寛（くつろ）いで立ち止まる事を選べない
皆従うしかない、皆彷徨うしかない
This is unborn beauty: she
Now in air floats high and free,
Takes the sun and breaks the blue; --
Late with stooping pinion flew
Raking hedgerow trees, and wet
Her wing in silver streams, and set
Shining foot on temple roof:
Now again she flies aloof,
Coasting mountain clouds and kiss't
By the evening's amethyst.
これは、胎内の美である
彼女は今空中の浮遊物となり高揚して思うがままに
太陽を奪い空の青を遮断する --
夜も更けて灌木の林を見晴らしながら
前傾する翼で飛んだ
やがて銀河で彼女の翼を湿らせ
寺院の屋根の上光る足を置いた
今、又、彼女は離れて飛ぶ
タべのアメジストゥを通って
羽を伸ばしたまま
山にかかった雲へ飛び
それにキスする
In wet wood and miry lane,
Still we pant and pound in vain;
Still with leaden foot we chace
Waning pinion, fainting face;
Still with grey hair we stumble on,
Till, behold, the vision gone!
Where hath fleeting beauty led?
To the doorway of the dead.
Life is over, life was gay:
We have come the primrose way.
21:50 2016/02/10水曜日
2016年2月9日火曜日
To Will. H. Low.1/Robert Louis Stevenson翻訳
To Will. H. Low.
From Underwoods
Robert Louis Stevenson
Youth now flees on feathered foot.
Faint and fainter sounds the flute,
Rarer songs of gods; and still
Somewhere on the sunny hill,
Or along the winding stream,
Through the willows, flits a dream;
Flits, but shows a smiling face,
Flees, but with so quaint a grace,
None can choose to stay at home,
All must follow, all must roam.
青春は、真（まこと）に、羽を付けたような足取りで過ぎ去る
幽（かそけ）き尚更幽（かそけ）きフル―トゥを吹くがいい
神々の稀な楽の音
そして今も陽のよく当たる丘のどこかで
戓いは曲がりくねった流れに沿って
柳の木立ちを抜けて夢のように過ぎ去る
過ぎ去るがいい、しかし笑顔を見せて
消え失せるがいい、しかし実に味な恩恵と共に
誰一人寛（くつろ）いで立ち止まる事を選べない
皆従うしかない、皆彷徨うしかない
This is unborn beauty: she
Now in air floats high and free,
Takes the sun and breaks the blue; --
Late with stooping pinion flew
Raking hedgerow trees, and wet
Her wing in silver streams, and set
Shining foot on temple roof:
Now again she flies aloof,
Coasting mountain clouds and kiss't
By the evening's amethyst.
In wet wood and miry lane,
Still we pant and pound in vain;
Still with leaden foot we chace
Waning pinion, fainting face;
Still with grey hair we stumble on,
Till, behold, the vision gone!
Where hath fleeting beauty led?
To the doorway of the dead.
Life is over, life was gay:
We have come the primrose way.
23:18 2016/02/09火曜日
From Underwoods
Robert Louis Stevenson
Youth now flees on feathered foot.
Faint and fainter sounds the flute,
Rarer songs of gods; and still
Somewhere on the sunny hill,
Or along the winding stream,
Through the willows, flits a dream;
Flits, but shows a smiling face,
Flees, but with so quaint a grace,
None can choose to stay at home,
All must follow, all must roam.
青春は、真（まこと）に、羽を付けたような足取りで過ぎ去る
幽（かそけ）き尚更幽（かそけ）きフル―トゥを吹くがいい
神々の稀な楽の音
そして今も陽のよく当たる丘のどこかで
戓いは曲がりくねった流れに沿って
柳の木立ちを抜けて夢のように過ぎ去る
過ぎ去るがいい、しかし笑顔を見せて
消え失せるがいい、しかし実に味な恩恵と共に
誰一人寛（くつろ）いで立ち止まる事を選べない
皆従うしかない、皆彷徨うしかない
This is unborn beauty: she
Now in air floats high and free,
Takes the sun and breaks the blue; --
Late with stooping pinion flew
Raking hedgerow trees, and wet
Her wing in silver streams, and set
Shining foot on temple roof:
Now again she flies aloof,
Coasting mountain clouds and kiss't
By the evening's amethyst.
In wet wood and miry lane,
Still we pant and pound in vain;
Still with leaden foot we chace
Waning pinion, fainting face;
Still with grey hair we stumble on,
Till, behold, the vision gone!
Where hath fleeting beauty led?
To the doorway of the dead.
Life is over, life was gay:
We have come the primrose way.
23:18 2016/02/09火曜日
2016年2月8日月曜日
To N. V. de G. S.3/Robert Louis Stevenson翻訳
Ⅹ
To N. V. de G. S.
From Underwoods
Robert Louis Stevenson
The unfathomable sea, and time, and tears,
The deeds of heroes and the crimes of kings
Dispart us; and the river of events
Has, for an age of years, to east and west
More widely borne our cradles. Thou to me
Art foreign, as when seamen at the dawn
Descry a land far off and know not which.
So I approach uncertain; so I cruise
Round thy mysterious islet, and behold
Surf and great mountains and loud river-bars,
And from the shore hear inland voices call.
Strange is the seaman's heart; he hopes, he fears;
Draws closer and sweeps wider from that coast;
Last, his rent sail refits, and to the deep
His shattered prow uncomforted puts back.
Yet as he goes he ponders at the helm
Of that bright island; where he feared to touch,
His spirit readventures; and for years,
Where by his wife he slumbers safe at home,
Thoughts of that land revisit him; he sees
The eternal mountains beckon, and awakes
Yearning for that far home that might have been.
深遠な海、そして時、悲しみ、
ヒ―ロウの偉業やキングの罪は
僕達を分かち、出来事という川は
長年の間、東や西へと
更にゆったりと僕達の揺り籠を押して来た。
僕にとって君は、巧まざる異質。
夜明けに船乗り達が遥か彼方に陸地を認めながらも
そうではないと気付く時のように。
だから僕は、不確実に近付く、だから僕は、貴方という謎めいた小鳥の周りを巡回する。
そして寄せる波を、大山脈ややかましい川の―砂州を見る。
すると岸から内陸の島の鳴き声が呼んでいるのが聞こえる。
未知は船乗りの恋人。彼は求め、被は躊躇う。
より近くに引き寄せ、あの海岸から広範に運び去る。
続行する、彼の貨し船は補給し、大海原へ
彼の粉々に砕けた舳先（へさき）が心地悪く押し戻す。
やはり、舵を取っている内に、彼が近寄るのを躊躇ったあの栄（は）えある島の事が思われてならない。
そこに彼は近寄るのを躊躇った
彼の精神の読み尽くされた冒険、やがて何年もの時を経て
妻に近いそこで、彼は、安心して思い切り休む
あの陸への思いが蘇る
久遠の山々が手紹きする
あの遠い昔のままの故国への思慕の情を呼び覚ます。
23:15 2016/02/08月曜日
To N. V. de G. S.
From Underwoods
Robert Louis Stevenson
The unfathomable sea, and time, and tears,
The deeds of heroes and the crimes of kings
Dispart us; and the river of events
Has, for an age of years, to east and west
More widely borne our cradles. Thou to me
Art foreign, as when seamen at the dawn
Descry a land far off and know not which.
So I approach uncertain; so I cruise
Round thy mysterious islet, and behold
Surf and great mountains and loud river-bars,
And from the shore hear inland voices call.
Strange is the seaman's heart; he hopes, he fears;
Draws closer and sweeps wider from that coast;
Last, his rent sail refits, and to the deep
His shattered prow uncomforted puts back.
Yet as he goes he ponders at the helm
Of that bright island; where he feared to touch,
His spirit readventures; and for years,
Where by his wife he slumbers safe at home,
Thoughts of that land revisit him; he sees
The eternal mountains beckon, and awakes
Yearning for that far home that might have been.
深遠な海、そして時、悲しみ、
ヒ―ロウの偉業やキングの罪は
僕達を分かち、出来事という川は
長年の間、東や西へと
更にゆったりと僕達の揺り籠を押して来た。
僕にとって君は、巧まざる異質。
夜明けに船乗り達が遥か彼方に陸地を認めながらも
そうではないと気付く時のように。
だから僕は、不確実に近付く、だから僕は、貴方という謎めいた小鳥の周りを巡回する。
そして寄せる波を、大山脈ややかましい川の―砂州を見る。
すると岸から内陸の島の鳴き声が呼んでいるのが聞こえる。
未知は船乗りの恋人。彼は求め、被は躊躇う。
より近くに引き寄せ、あの海岸から広範に運び去る。
続行する、彼の貨し船は補給し、大海原へ
彼の粉々に砕けた舳先（へさき）が心地悪く押し戻す。
やはり、舵を取っている内に、彼が近寄るのを躊躇ったあの栄（は）えある島の事が思われてならない。
そこに彼は近寄るのを躊躇った
彼の精神の読み尽くされた冒険、やがて何年もの時を経て
妻に近いそこで、彼は、安心して思い切り休む
あの陸への思いが蘇る
久遠の山々が手紹きする
あの遠い昔のままの故国への思慕の情を呼び覚ます。
23:15 2016/02/08月曜日
2016年2月7日日曜日
To N. V. de G. S.2/Robert Louis Stevenson翻訳
Ⅹ
To N. V. de G. S.
From Underwoods
Robert Louis Stevenson
The unfathomable sea, and time, and tears,
The deeds of heroes and the crimes of kings
Dispart us; and the river of events
Has, for an age of years, to east and west
More widely borne our cradles. Thou to me
Art foreign, as when seamen at the dawn
Descry a land far off and know not which.
So I approach uncertain; so I cruise
Round thy mysterious islet, and behold
Surf and great mountains and loud river-bars,
And from the shore hear inland voices call.
Strange is the seaman's heart; he hopes, he fears;
Draws closer and sweeps wider from that coast;
Last, his rent sail refits, and to the deep
His shattered prow uncomforted puts back.
Yet as he goes he ponders at the helm
Of that bright island; where he feared to touch,
His spirit readventures; and for years,
Where by his wife he slumbers safe at home,
Thoughts of that land revisit him; he sees
The eternal mountains beckon, and awakes
Yearning for that far home that might have been.
深遠な海、そして時、悲しみ、
ヒ―ロウの偉業やキングの罪は
僕達を分かち、出来事という川は
長年の間、東や西へと
更にゆったりと僕達の揺り籠を押して来た。
僕にとって君は、巧まざる異質。
夜明けに船乗り達が遥か彼方に陸地を認めながらも
そうではないと気付く時のように。
だから僕は、不確実に近付く、だから僕は、貴方という謎めいた小鳥の周りを巡回する。
そして寄せる波を、大山脈ややかましい川の―砂州を見る。
すると岸から内陸の島の鳴き声が呼んでいるのが聞こえる。
未知は船乗りの恋人。彼は求め、被は躊躇う。
より近くに引き寄せ、あの海岸から広範に運び去る。
続行する、彼の貨し船は補給し、大海原へ
彼の粉々に砕けた舳先（へさき）が心地悪く押し戻す。
20:15 2016/02/07日曜日
To N. V. de G. S.
From Underwoods
Robert Louis Stevenson
The unfathomable sea, and time, and tears,
The deeds of heroes and the crimes of kings
Dispart us; and the river of events
Has, for an age of years, to east and west
More widely borne our cradles. Thou to me
Art foreign, as when seamen at the dawn
Descry a land far off and know not which.
So I approach uncertain; so I cruise
Round thy mysterious islet, and behold
Surf and great mountains and loud river-bars,
And from the shore hear inland voices call.
Strange is the seaman's heart; he hopes, he fears;
Draws closer and sweeps wider from that coast;
Last, his rent sail refits, and to the deep
His shattered prow uncomforted puts back.
Yet as he goes he ponders at the helm
Of that bright island; where he feared to touch,
His spirit readventures; and for years,
Where by his wife he slumbers safe at home,
Thoughts of that land revisit him; he sees
The eternal mountains beckon, and awakes
Yearning for that far home that might have been.
深遠な海、そして時、悲しみ、
ヒ―ロウの偉業やキングの罪は
僕達を分かち、出来事という川は
長年の間、東や西へと
更にゆったりと僕達の揺り籠を押して来た。
僕にとって君は、巧まざる異質。
夜明けに船乗り達が遥か彼方に陸地を認めながらも
そうではないと気付く時のように。
だから僕は、不確実に近付く、だから僕は、貴方という謎めいた小鳥の周りを巡回する。
そして寄せる波を、大山脈ややかましい川の―砂州を見る。
すると岸から内陸の島の鳴き声が呼んでいるのが聞こえる。
未知は船乗りの恋人。彼は求め、被は躊躇う。
より近くに引き寄せ、あの海岸から広範に運び去る。
続行する、彼の貨し船は補給し、大海原へ
彼の粉々に砕けた舳先（へさき）が心地悪く押し戻す。
20:15 2016/02/07日曜日
2016年2月6日土曜日
To N. V. de G. S.1/Robert Louis Stevenson翻訳
Ⅹ
To N. V. de G. S.
From Underwoods
Robert Louis Stevenson
The unfathomable sea, and time, and tears,
The deeds of heroes and the crimes of kings
Dispart us; and the river of events
Has, for an age of years, to east and west
More widely borne our cradles. Thou to me
Art foreign, as when seamen at the dawn
Descry a land far off and know not which.
So I approach uncertain; so I cruise
Round thy mysterious islet, and behold
Surf and great mountains and loud river-bars,
And from the shore hear inland voices call.
Strange is the seaman's heart; he hopes, he fears;
Draws closer and sweeps wider from that coast;
Last, his rent sail refits, and to the deep
His shattered prow uncomforted puts back.
Yet as he goes he ponders at the helm
Of that bright island; where he feared to touch,
His spirit readventures; and for years,
Where by his wife he slumbers safe at home,
Thoughts of that land revisit him; he sees
The eternal mountains beckon, and awakes
Yearning for that far home that might have been.
深遠な海、そして時、悲しみ、
ヒ―ロウの偉業やキングの罪は
僕達を分かち、出来事という川は
長年の間、東や西へと
更にゆったりと僕達の揺り籠を押して来た
僕にとって君は、巧まざる異質
夜明けに船乗り達が遥か彼方に陸地を認めながらも
そうではないと気付く時のように
19:15 2016/02/06土曜日
To N. V. de G. S.
From Underwoods
Robert Louis Stevenson
The unfathomable sea, and time, and tears,
The deeds of heroes and the crimes of kings
Dispart us; and the river of events
Has, for an age of years, to east and west
More widely borne our cradles. Thou to me
Art foreign, as when seamen at the dawn
Descry a land far off and know not which.
So I approach uncertain; so I cruise
Round thy mysterious islet, and behold
Surf and great mountains and loud river-bars,
And from the shore hear inland voices call.
Strange is the seaman's heart; he hopes, he fears;
Draws closer and sweeps wider from that coast;
Last, his rent sail refits, and to the deep
His shattered prow uncomforted puts back.
Yet as he goes he ponders at the helm
Of that bright island; where he feared to touch,
His spirit readventures; and for years,
Where by his wife he slumbers safe at home,
Thoughts of that land revisit him; he sees
The eternal mountains beckon, and awakes
Yearning for that far home that might have been.
深遠な海、そして時、悲しみ、
ヒ―ロウの偉業やキングの罪は
僕達を分かち、出来事という川は
長年の間、東や西へと
更にゆったりと僕達の揺り籠を押して来た
僕にとって君は、巧まざる異質
夜明けに船乗り達が遥か彼方に陸地を認めながらも
そうではないと気付く時のように
19:15 2016/02/06土曜日
2016年2月5日金曜日
To K. de M.4/Robert Louis Stevenson翻訳
To K. de M.
From Underwoods
Robert Louis Stevenson
A lover of the moorland bare,
And honest country winds, you were;
The silver-skimming rain you took;
And loved the floodings of the brook,
Dew, frost and mountains, fire and seas,
Tumultuary silences,
Winds that in darkness fifed a tune,
And the high-riding virgin moon.
荒れ地を愛する者は運び、
正真正銘の粗野な風、貴方は
銀色の通り雨を、貴方は誘い、
谷川の湛水、
露、霜の降りた山々、赤く燃える海原、
規律のない静寂、
闇の中で一節を横笛で吹いたような風、
そして空高く浮かんでいる新しい月を愛した。
And as the berry, pale and sharp,
Springs on some ditch's counterscarp
In our ungenial, native north --
You put your frosted wildings forth,
And on the heath, afar from man,
A strong and bitter virgin ran.
苺のように、青白く先が尖っている、
どこかの水路の外崖へ向かうバネ仕掛け
僕達の暖かくない生まれ故郷の北部で --
貴女は霜で覆われた野生を剥き出しにして、
ヒ―スの上、男から遠く、
カ強く身を切るように娘は走った。
The berry ripened keeps the rude
And racy flavour of the wood.
And you that loved the empty plain
All redolent of wind and rain,
熟した苺は、天然のぴりっとした木質の芳香を保つ。
そしてがらんとした平原を愛した貴女
風や雨という暗示の全て、
Around you still the curlew sings --
The freshness of the weather clings --
The maiden jewels of the rain
Sit in your dabbled locks again.
貴女の周りで今もダイシャクシギが囀る --
天候の生々しさが纏わり付く --
雨という少女のような宝玉は
嘴を突っ込んだ水門に又蹲る
20:14 2016/02/05金曜日
From Underwoods
Robert Louis Stevenson
A lover of the moorland bare,
And honest country winds, you were;
The silver-skimming rain you took;
And loved the floodings of the brook,
Dew, frost and mountains, fire and seas,
Tumultuary silences,
Winds that in darkness fifed a tune,
And the high-riding virgin moon.
荒れ地を愛する者は運び、
正真正銘の粗野な風、貴方は
銀色の通り雨を、貴方は誘い、
谷川の湛水、
露、霜の降りた山々、赤く燃える海原、
規律のない静寂、
闇の中で一節を横笛で吹いたような風、
そして空高く浮かんでいる新しい月を愛した。
And as the berry, pale and sharp,
Springs on some ditch's counterscarp
In our ungenial, native north --
You put your frosted wildings forth,
And on the heath, afar from man,
A strong and bitter virgin ran.
苺のように、青白く先が尖っている、
どこかの水路の外崖へ向かうバネ仕掛け
僕達の暖かくない生まれ故郷の北部で --
貴女は霜で覆われた野生を剥き出しにして、
ヒ―スの上、男から遠く、
カ強く身を切るように娘は走った。
The berry ripened keeps the rude
And racy flavour of the wood.
And you that loved the empty plain
All redolent of wind and rain,
熟した苺は、天然のぴりっとした木質の芳香を保つ。
そしてがらんとした平原を愛した貴女
風や雨という暗示の全て、
Around you still the curlew sings --
The freshness of the weather clings --
The maiden jewels of the rain
Sit in your dabbled locks again.
貴女の周りで今もダイシャクシギが囀る --
天候の生々しさが纏わり付く --
雨という少女のような宝玉は
嘴を突っ込んだ水門に又蹲る
20:14 2016/02/05金曜日
2016年2月4日木曜日
To K. de M.3/Robert Louis Stevenson翻訳
To K. de M.
From Underwoods
Robert Louis Stevenson
A lover of the moorland bare,
And honest country winds, you were;
The silver-skimming rain you took;
And loved the floodings of the brook,
Dew, frost and mountains, fire and seas,
Tumultuary silences,
Winds that in darkness fifed a tune,
And the high-riding virgin moon.
荒れ地を愛する者は運び、
正真正銘の粗野な風、貴方は
銀色の通り雨を、貴方は誘い、
谷川の湛水、
露、霜の降りた山々、赤く燃える海原、
規律のない静寂、
闇の中で一節を横笛で吹いたような風、
そして空高く浮かんでいる新しい月を愛した。
And as the berry, pale and sharp,
Springs on some ditch's counterscarp
In our ungenial, native north --
You put your frosted wildings forth,
And on the heath, afar from man,
A strong and bitter virgin ran.
苺のように、青白く先が尖っている、
どこかの水路の外崖へ向かうバネ仕掛け
僕達の暖かくない生まれ故郷の北部で--
貴女は霜で覆われた野生を剥き出しにして、
ヒ―スの上、男から遠く、
カ強く身を切るように娘は走った。
The berry ripened keeps the rude
And racy flavour of the wood.
And you that loved the empty plain
All redolent of wind and rain,
熟した苺は、天然のぴりっとした木質の芳香を保つ。
そしてがらんとした平原を愛した貴女
一切の風や雨の暗示、
Around you still the curlew sings --
The freshness of the weather clings --
The maiden jewels of the rain
Sit in your dabbled locks again.
20:34 2016/02/04木曜日
From Underwoods
Robert Louis Stevenson
A lover of the moorland bare,
And honest country winds, you were;
The silver-skimming rain you took;
And loved the floodings of the brook,
Dew, frost and mountains, fire and seas,
Tumultuary silences,
Winds that in darkness fifed a tune,
And the high-riding virgin moon.
荒れ地を愛する者は運び、
正真正銘の粗野な風、貴方は
銀色の通り雨を、貴方は誘い、
谷川の湛水、
露、霜の降りた山々、赤く燃える海原、
規律のない静寂、
闇の中で一節を横笛で吹いたような風、
そして空高く浮かんでいる新しい月を愛した。
And as the berry, pale and sharp,
Springs on some ditch's counterscarp
In our ungenial, native north --
You put your frosted wildings forth,
And on the heath, afar from man,
A strong and bitter virgin ran.
苺のように、青白く先が尖っている、
どこかの水路の外崖へ向かうバネ仕掛け
僕達の暖かくない生まれ故郷の北部で--
貴女は霜で覆われた野生を剥き出しにして、
ヒ―スの上、男から遠く、
カ強く身を切るように娘は走った。
The berry ripened keeps the rude
And racy flavour of the wood.
And you that loved the empty plain
All redolent of wind and rain,
熟した苺は、天然のぴりっとした木質の芳香を保つ。
そしてがらんとした平原を愛した貴女
一切の風や雨の暗示、
Around you still the curlew sings --
The freshness of the weather clings --
The maiden jewels of the rain
Sit in your dabbled locks again.
20:34 2016/02/04木曜日
2016年2月3日水曜日
To K. de M.2/Robert Louis Stevenson翻訳
To K. de M.
From Underwoods
Robert Louis Stevenson
A lover of the moorland bare,
And honest country winds, you were;
The silver-skimming rain you took;
And loved the floodings of the brook,
Dew, frost and mountains, fire and seas,
Tumultuary silences,
Winds that in darkness fifed a tune,
And the high-riding virgin moon.
荒れ地を愛する者は運び、
正真正銘の粗野な風、貴方は
銀色の通り雨を、貴方は誘い、
谷川の湛水、
露、霜の降りた山々、赤く燃える海原、
規律のない静寂、
闇の中で一節を横笛で吹いたような風、
そして空高く浮かんでいる新しい月を愛した。
And as the berry, pale and sharp,
Springs on some ditch's counterscarp
In our ungenial, native north --
You put your frosted wildings forth,
And on the heath, afar from man,
A strong and bitter virgin ran.
苺のように、青白く先が尖っている、
どこかの水路の外崖へ向かうバネ仕掛け
僕達の暖かくない生まれ故郷の北部で--
貴女は霜で覆われた野生を剥き出しにして、
ヒ―スの上、男から遠く、
カ強く身を切るように娘は走った。
The berry ripened keeps the rude
And racy flavour of the wood.
And you that loved the empty plain
All redolent of wind and rain,
Around you still the curlew sings --
The freshness of the weather clings --
The maiden jewels of the rain
Sit in your dabbled locks again.
20:35 2016/02/03水曜日
From Underwoods
Robert Louis Stevenson
A lover of the moorland bare,
And honest country winds, you were;
The silver-skimming rain you took;
And loved the floodings of the brook,
Dew, frost and mountains, fire and seas,
Tumultuary silences,
Winds that in darkness fifed a tune,
And the high-riding virgin moon.
荒れ地を愛する者は運び、
正真正銘の粗野な風、貴方は
銀色の通り雨を、貴方は誘い、
谷川の湛水、
露、霜の降りた山々、赤く燃える海原、
規律のない静寂、
闇の中で一節を横笛で吹いたような風、
そして空高く浮かんでいる新しい月を愛した。
And as the berry, pale and sharp,
Springs on some ditch's counterscarp
In our ungenial, native north --
You put your frosted wildings forth,
And on the heath, afar from man,
A strong and bitter virgin ran.
苺のように、青白く先が尖っている、
どこかの水路の外崖へ向かうバネ仕掛け
僕達の暖かくない生まれ故郷の北部で--
貴女は霜で覆われた野生を剥き出しにして、
ヒ―スの上、男から遠く、
カ強く身を切るように娘は走った。
The berry ripened keeps the rude
And racy flavour of the wood.
And you that loved the empty plain
All redolent of wind and rain,
Around you still the curlew sings --
The freshness of the weather clings --
The maiden jewels of the rain
Sit in your dabbled locks again.
20:35 2016/02/03水曜日
2016年2月2日火曜日
To K. de M./Robert Louis Stevenson翻訳
To K. de M.
From Underwoods
Robert Louis Stevenson
A lover of the moorland bare,
And honest country winds, you were;
The silver-skimming rain you took;
And loved the floodings of the brook,
Dew, frost and mountains, fire and seas,
Tumultuary silences,
Winds that in darkness fifed a tune,
And the high-riding virgin moon.
荒れ地を愛する者は運ぶ
そして正真正銘の粗野な風、貴方は
銀色の通り雨を、貴方は誘い
谷川の湛水、
露、霜の降りた山々、赤く燃える海原、
規律のない静寂、
闇の中で一節を横笛で吹いたような風、
そして空高く浮かんでいる新しい月を愛した
And as the berry, pale and sharp,
Springs on some ditch's counterscarp
In our ungenial, native north --
You put your frosted wildings forth,
And on the heath, afar from man,
A strong and bitter virgin ran.
The berry ripened keeps the rude
And racy flavour of the wood.
And you that loved the empty plain
All redolent of wind and rain,
Around you still the curlew sings --
The freshness of the weather clings --
The maiden jewels of the rain
Sit in your dabbled locks again.
23:14 2016/02/02火曜日
From Underwoods
Robert Louis Stevenson
A lover of the moorland bare,
And honest country winds, you were;
The silver-skimming rain you took;
And loved the floodings of the brook,
Dew, frost and mountains, fire and seas,
Tumultuary silences,
Winds that in darkness fifed a tune,
And the high-riding virgin moon.
荒れ地を愛する者は運ぶ
そして正真正銘の粗野な風、貴方は
銀色の通り雨を、貴方は誘い
谷川の湛水、
露、霜の降りた山々、赤く燃える海原、
規律のない静寂、
闇の中で一節を横笛で吹いたような風、
そして空高く浮かんでいる新しい月を愛した
And as the berry, pale and sharp,
Springs on some ditch's counterscarp
In our ungenial, native north --
You put your frosted wildings forth,
And on the heath, afar from man,
A strong and bitter virgin ran.
The berry ripened keeps the rude
And racy flavour of the wood.
And you that loved the empty plain
All redolent of wind and rain,
Around you still the curlew sings --
The freshness of the weather clings --
The maiden jewels of the rain
Sit in your dabbled locks again.
23:14 2016/02/02火曜日
2016年2月1日月曜日
To Minnie3/Robert Louis Stevenson翻訳
Ⅷ
To Minnie
From Underwoods
(With a hand-glass手鏡)
Robert Louis Stevenson
A picture-frame for you to fill,
A paltry setting for your face,
A thing that has no worth until
You lend it something of your grace
埋めるしかない貴女用写真立て
貴女の顔の代わりに据えるだけのつまらないもの
貴女が貴女の気品の幾らかでもそれに加えるまで
何の価値も持たないもの
I send (unhappy I that sing
Laid by awhile upon the shelf)
Because I would not send a thing
Less charming than you are yourself.
僕は許す（僕がしばらく棚の上に倒して置きながら満足していたのは不幸だ）僕は、貴女が貴女である以上に魅力的ではないものを許すつもりはないのだから
And happier than I, alas!
(Dumb thing, I envy its delight)
'Twill wish you well, the looking-glass,
And look you in the face to-night.
だから僕より幸せであれ、ああ!
無言のものよ、僕はその悦びが羨ましい
それは貴方に都合よく願うだろう、鏡であれ
そして夜にはその顔に貴方を見る
1869
22:42 2016/02/01月曜日
To Minnie
From Underwoods
(With a hand-glass手鏡)
Robert Louis Stevenson
A picture-frame for you to fill,
A paltry setting for your face,
A thing that has no worth until
You lend it something of your grace
埋めるしかない貴女用写真立て
貴女の顔の代わりに据えるだけのつまらないもの
貴女が貴女の気品の幾らかでもそれに加えるまで
何の価値も持たないもの
I send (unhappy I that sing
Laid by awhile upon the shelf)
Because I would not send a thing
Less charming than you are yourself.
僕は許す（僕がしばらく棚の上に倒して置きながら満足していたのは不幸だ）僕は、貴女が貴女である以上に魅力的ではないものを許すつもりはないのだから
And happier than I, alas!
(Dumb thing, I envy its delight)
'Twill wish you well, the looking-glass,
And look you in the face to-night.
だから僕より幸せであれ、ああ!
無言のものよ、僕はその悦びが羨ましい
それは貴方に都合よく願うだろう、鏡であれ
そして夜にはその顔に貴方を見る
1869
22:42 2016/02/01月曜日
2016年1月31日日曜日
To Minnie2/Robert Louis Stevenson翻訳
Ⅷ
To Minnie
From Underwoods
(With a hand-glass手鏡)
Robert Louis Stevenson
A picture-frame for you to fill,
A paltry setting for your face,
A thing that has no worth until
You lend it something of your grace
埋めるしかない貴女用写真立て
貴女の顔の代わりに据えるだけのつまらないもの
貴女が貴女の気品の幾らかでもそれに加えるまで
何の価値も持たないもの
I send (unhappy I that sing
Laid by awhile upon the shelf)
Because I would not send a thing
Less charming than you are yourself.
僕は許す（僕がしばらく棚の上に倒して置きながら
満足していたのは不幸だ）
僕は、貴女が貴女である以上に魅力的ではないものを
許すつもりはないのだから
And happier than I, alas!
(Dumb thing, I envy its delight)
'Twill wish you well, the looking-glass,
And look you in the face to-night.
1869
22:12 2016/01/31日曜日
To Minnie
From Underwoods
(With a hand-glass手鏡)
Robert Louis Stevenson
A picture-frame for you to fill,
A paltry setting for your face,
A thing that has no worth until
You lend it something of your grace
埋めるしかない貴女用写真立て
貴女の顔の代わりに据えるだけのつまらないもの
貴女が貴女の気品の幾らかでもそれに加えるまで
何の価値も持たないもの
I send (unhappy I that sing
Laid by awhile upon the shelf)
Because I would not send a thing
Less charming than you are yourself.
僕は許す（僕がしばらく棚の上に倒して置きながら
満足していたのは不幸だ）
僕は、貴女が貴女である以上に魅力的ではないものを
許すつもりはないのだから
And happier than I, alas!
(Dumb thing, I envy its delight)
'Twill wish you well, the looking-glass,
And look you in the face to-night.
1869
22:12 2016/01/31日曜日
2016年1月30日土曜日
To Minnie/Robert Louis Stevenson翻訳
Ⅷ
To Minnie
From Underwoods
(With a hand-glass手鏡)
Robert Louis Stevenson
A picture-frame for you to fill,
A paltry setting for your face,
A thing that has no worth until
You lend it something of your grace
埋めるしかない貴女用写真立て
貴女の顔の代わりに据えるだけのつまらないもの
貴女が貴女の気品の幾らかでもそれに加えるまで
何の価値も持たないもの
I send (unhappy I that sing
Laid by awhile upon the shelf)
Because I would not send a thing
Less charming than you are yourself.
And happier than I, alas!
(Dumb thing, I envy its delight)
'Twill wish you well, the looking-glass,
And look you in the face to-night.
1869
22:12 2016/01/30土曜日
To Minnie
From Underwoods
(With a hand-glass手鏡)
Robert Louis Stevenson
A picture-frame for you to fill,
A paltry setting for your face,
A thing that has no worth until
You lend it something of your grace
埋めるしかない貴女用写真立て
貴女の顔の代わりに据えるだけのつまらないもの
貴女が貴女の気品の幾らかでもそれに加えるまで
何の価値も持たないもの
I send (unhappy I that sing
Laid by awhile upon the shelf)
Because I would not send a thing
Less charming than you are yourself.
And happier than I, alas!
(Dumb thing, I envy its delight)
'Twill wish you well, the looking-glass,
And look you in the face to-night.
1869
22:12 2016/01/30土曜日
2016年1月29日金曜日
To a Gardener.7/Robert Louis Stevenson翻訳
VII
To a Gardener.
(From Underwoods)
Robert Louis Stevenson
Friend, in my mountain-side demesne
My plain-beholding, rosy, green
And linnet-haunted gardenground,
Let still the esculents abound.
Let first the onion flourish there,
Rose among roots, the maiden-fair,
Wine-scented and poetic soul
Of the capacious salad bowl.
Let thyme the mountaineer (to dress
The tinier birds) and wading cress,
The lover of the shallow brook,
From all my plots and borders look
Nor crisp and ruddy radish, nor
Pease-codes for the child's pinafore
Be lacking; nor of salad clan
The last and least that ever ran
About great nature's garden-beds.
Nor thence be missed the speary heads
Of artichoke; nor thence the bean
That gathered innocent and green
Outsavours the belauded pea.
友は、我が、山腹の領分に住む
我が、ごく普通に目にする、赤らんだ、緑色の庭の地面に出没した鶸（ひわ）
食物がずっと豊富であるといい
先ず第一に、そこで玉葱が育つといい
根それぞれに立ち上がったら、刈り上げ祭り、
大きなサラドゥボウル中の
ワインの香り溢れる、詩的精髄
タイムを山へ登る者に（とてもちっぽけな鳥を調理する為に）、浅瀬を渡ろうとする芥子菜（からしな）を浅い谷川を愛する者に請け負わせるといい
ひたすら我が仕組みとその縁取りの外観故に
それ故ポテトチップでも赤いラディッシュでもない
子供のエプロンを求めるさやえんどうでもない
欠けようとするものでいい、サラダー族に属すのでもない
嘗て大自然の庭という床のあちこちに転がった最後にして最小のもの
それ故汚れを知らず、緑色を結集した豆でもない
朝鮮アザミの芽の先端が損なわれるでもなく
誉めそやしたエンドウを味気なくするのでもない
These tend, I prithee; and for me．
Thy most long-suffering master, bring
In April, when the linnets sing
And the days lengthen more and more,
At sundown to the garden door.
And I, being provided thus.
Shall, with superb asparagus,
A book, a taper, and a cup
Of country wine, divinely sup.
La Solitude, Hyeres.
これらのものは向かう
我願わくば、又我が為に
汝の一番長い―忍耐の主よ、春に紹き寄せたまえ
鶸が囀り
日没には庭の出入ロに向かって
日脚はますます長くなる頃、
その時我は、汝に用意されている
豪奢なアスパラガスを添えた一冊の本、一本の蝋燭、それに一杯のカントゥリ―ワインを、神を称えて啜（すす）る
見よ、この孤独、イエール
20:40 2016/01/29金曜日
To a Gardener.
(From Underwoods)
Robert Louis Stevenson
Friend, in my mountain-side demesne
My plain-beholding, rosy, green
And linnet-haunted gardenground,
Let still the esculents abound.
Let first the onion flourish there,
Rose among roots, the maiden-fair,
Wine-scented and poetic soul
Of the capacious salad bowl.
Let thyme the mountaineer (to dress
The tinier birds) and wading cress,
The lover of the shallow brook,
From all my plots and borders look
Nor crisp and ruddy radish, nor
Pease-codes for the child's pinafore
Be lacking; nor of salad clan
The last and least that ever ran
About great nature's garden-beds.
Nor thence be missed the speary heads
Of artichoke; nor thence the bean
That gathered innocent and green
Outsavours the belauded pea.
友は、我が、山腹の領分に住む
我が、ごく普通に目にする、赤らんだ、緑色の庭の地面に出没した鶸（ひわ）
食物がずっと豊富であるといい
先ず第一に、そこで玉葱が育つといい
根それぞれに立ち上がったら、刈り上げ祭り、
大きなサラドゥボウル中の
ワインの香り溢れる、詩的精髄
タイムを山へ登る者に（とてもちっぽけな鳥を調理する為に）、浅瀬を渡ろうとする芥子菜（からしな）を浅い谷川を愛する者に請け負わせるといい
ひたすら我が仕組みとその縁取りの外観故に
それ故ポテトチップでも赤いラディッシュでもない
子供のエプロンを求めるさやえんどうでもない
欠けようとするものでいい、サラダー族に属すのでもない
嘗て大自然の庭という床のあちこちに転がった最後にして最小のもの
それ故汚れを知らず、緑色を結集した豆でもない
朝鮮アザミの芽の先端が損なわれるでもなく
誉めそやしたエンドウを味気なくするのでもない
These tend, I prithee; and for me．
Thy most long-suffering master, bring
In April, when the linnets sing
And the days lengthen more and more,
At sundown to the garden door.
And I, being provided thus.
Shall, with superb asparagus,
A book, a taper, and a cup
Of country wine, divinely sup.
La Solitude, Hyeres.
これらのものは向かう
我願わくば、又我が為に
汝の一番長い―忍耐の主よ、春に紹き寄せたまえ
鶸が囀り
日没には庭の出入ロに向かって
日脚はますます長くなる頃、
その時我は、汝に用意されている
豪奢なアスパラガスを添えた一冊の本、一本の蝋燭、それに一杯のカントゥリ―ワインを、神を称えて啜（すす）る
見よ、この孤独、イエール
20:40 2016/01/29金曜日
2016年1月28日木曜日
To a Gardener.6/Robert Louis Stevenson翻訳
VII
To a Gardener.
(From Underwoods)
Robert Louis Stevenson
Friend, in my mountain-side demesne
My plain-beholding, rosy, green
And linnet-haunted gardenground,
Let still the esculents abound.
Let first the onion flourish there,
Rose among roots, the maiden-fair,
Wine-scented and poetic soul
Of the capacious salad bowl.
Let thyme the mountaineer (to dress
The tinier birds) and wading cress,
The lover of the shallow brook,
From all my plots and borders look
Nor crisp and ruddy radish, nor
Pease-codes for the child's pinafore
Be lacking; nor of salad clan
The last and least that ever ran
About great nature's garden-beds.
Nor thence be missed the speary heads
Of artichoke; nor thence the bean
That gathered innocent and green
Outsavours the belauded pea.
友は、我が、山腹の領分に住む
我が、ごく普通に目にする、赤らんだ、緑色の庭の地面に出没した鶸（ひわ）
食物がずっと豊富であるといい
先ず第一に、そこで玉葱が育つといい
根それぞれに立ち上がったら、刈り上げ祭り、
大きなサラドゥボウル中の
ワインの香り溢れる、詩的精髄
タイムを山へ登る者に（とてもちっぽけな鳥を調理する為に）、浅瀬を渡ろうとする芥子菜（からしな）を浅い谷川を愛する者に請け負わせるといい
ひたすら我が仕組みとその縁取りの外観故に
それ故ポテトチップでも赤いラディッシュでもない
子供のエプロンを求めるさやえんどうでもない
欠けようとするものでいい、サラダー族に属すのでもない
嘗て大自然の庭という床のあちこちに転がった最後にして最小のもの
それ故汚れを知らず、緑色を結集した豆でもない
朝鮮アザミの芽の先端が損なわれるでもなく
誉めそやしたエンドウを味気なくするのでもない
These tend, I prithee; and for me．
Thy most long-suffering master, bring
In April, when the linnets sing
And the days lengthen more and more,
At sundown to the garden door.
And I, being provided thus.
Shall, with superb asparagus,
A book, a taper, and a cup
Of country wine, divinely sup.
La Solitude, Hyeres.
これらのものの手入れをする、
我願わくば、つまり我が為に
汝の一番長い―忍耐の主よ、春に紹き寄せたまえ
鶸が囀り
日没には庭の出入ロに向かって
日脚はますます長くなる頃、
その時我は、汝に用意されている
21:20 2016/01/28木曜日
To a Gardener.
(From Underwoods)
Robert Louis Stevenson
Friend, in my mountain-side demesne
My plain-beholding, rosy, green
And linnet-haunted gardenground,
Let still the esculents abound.
Let first the onion flourish there,
Rose among roots, the maiden-fair,
Wine-scented and poetic soul
Of the capacious salad bowl.
Let thyme the mountaineer (to dress
The tinier birds) and wading cress,
The lover of the shallow brook,
From all my plots and borders look
Nor crisp and ruddy radish, nor
Pease-codes for the child's pinafore
Be lacking; nor of salad clan
The last and least that ever ran
About great nature's garden-beds.
Nor thence be missed the speary heads
Of artichoke; nor thence the bean
That gathered innocent and green
Outsavours the belauded pea.
友は、我が、山腹の領分に住む
我が、ごく普通に目にする、赤らんだ、緑色の庭の地面に出没した鶸（ひわ）
食物がずっと豊富であるといい
先ず第一に、そこで玉葱が育つといい
根それぞれに立ち上がったら、刈り上げ祭り、
大きなサラドゥボウル中の
ワインの香り溢れる、詩的精髄
タイムを山へ登る者に（とてもちっぽけな鳥を調理する為に）、浅瀬を渡ろうとする芥子菜（からしな）を浅い谷川を愛する者に請け負わせるといい
ひたすら我が仕組みとその縁取りの外観故に
それ故ポテトチップでも赤いラディッシュでもない
子供のエプロンを求めるさやえんどうでもない
欠けようとするものでいい、サラダー族に属すのでもない
嘗て大自然の庭という床のあちこちに転がった最後にして最小のもの
それ故汚れを知らず、緑色を結集した豆でもない
朝鮮アザミの芽の先端が損なわれるでもなく
誉めそやしたエンドウを味気なくするのでもない
These tend, I prithee; and for me．
Thy most long-suffering master, bring
In April, when the linnets sing
And the days lengthen more and more,
At sundown to the garden door.
And I, being provided thus.
Shall, with superb asparagus,
A book, a taper, and a cup
Of country wine, divinely sup.
La Solitude, Hyeres.
これらのものの手入れをする、
我願わくば、つまり我が為に
汝の一番長い―忍耐の主よ、春に紹き寄せたまえ
鶸が囀り
日没には庭の出入ロに向かって
日脚はますます長くなる頃、
その時我は、汝に用意されている
21:20 2016/01/28木曜日
2016年1月27日水曜日
To a Gardener.5/Robert Louis Stevenson翻訳
VII
To a Gardener.
(From Underwoods)
Robert Louis Stevenson
Friend, in my mountain-side demesne
My plain-beholding, rosy, green
And linnet-haunted gardenground,
Let still the esculents abound.
Let first the onion flourish there,
Rose among roots, the maiden-fair,
Wine-scented and poetic soul
Of the capacious salad bowl.
Let thyme the mountaineer (to dress
The tinier birds) and wading cress,
The lover of the shallow brook,
From all my plots and borders look
Nor crisp and ruddy radish, nor
Pease-codes for the child's pinafore
Be lacking; nor of salad clan
The last and least that ever ran
About great nature's garden-beds.
Nor thence be missed the speary heads
Of artichoke; nor thence the bean
That gathered innocent and green
Outsavours the belauded pea.
友は、我が、山腹の領分に住む
我が、ごく普通に目にしている、赤らんだ、緑色の庭の地面に出没した鶸（ひわ）
食物がずっと豊富であるといい
先ず第一に、そこで玉葱が育つといい
根それぞれに立ち上がったら、刈り上げ祭り、
大きなサラドゥボウル中の
ワインの香り溢れる、詩的精髄
タイムを山へ登る者に（とてもちっぽけな鳥を調理する為に）、浅瀬を渡ろうとする芥子菜（からしな）を浅い谷川を愛する者に請け負わせるといい
ひたすら我が仕組みとその縁取りの外観故に
それ故ポテトチップでも赤いラディッシュでもない
子供のエプロンを求めるさやえんどうでもない
欠けようとするものでいい、サラダー族に属すのでもない
嘗て大自然の庭という床のあちこちに転がった最後にして最小のもの
それ故汚れを知らず、緑色を結集した豆でもない
朝鮮アザミの芽の先端が損なわれるでもなく
誉めそやしたエンドウを味気なくするのでもない
These tend, I prithee; and for me．
Thy most long-suffering master, bring
In April, when the linnets sing
And the days lengthen more and more,
At sundown to the garden door.
And I, being provided thus.
Shall, with superb asparagus,
A book, a taper, and a cup
Of country wine, divinely sup.
La Solitude, Hyeres.
これらのものの手入れをする、
我願わくば、つまり我が為に
汝の一番長い―忍耐の主よ、春に紹き寄せたまえ
21:16 2016/01/27水曜日
To a Gardener.
(From Underwoods)
Robert Louis Stevenson
Friend, in my mountain-side demesne
My plain-beholding, rosy, green
And linnet-haunted gardenground,
Let still the esculents abound.
Let first the onion flourish there,
Rose among roots, the maiden-fair,
Wine-scented and poetic soul
Of the capacious salad bowl.
Let thyme the mountaineer (to dress
The tinier birds) and wading cress,
The lover of the shallow brook,
From all my plots and borders look
Nor crisp and ruddy radish, nor
Pease-codes for the child's pinafore
Be lacking; nor of salad clan
The last and least that ever ran
About great nature's garden-beds.
Nor thence be missed the speary heads
Of artichoke; nor thence the bean
That gathered innocent and green
Outsavours the belauded pea.
友は、我が、山腹の領分に住む
我が、ごく普通に目にしている、赤らんだ、緑色の庭の地面に出没した鶸（ひわ）
食物がずっと豊富であるといい
先ず第一に、そこで玉葱が育つといい
根それぞれに立ち上がったら、刈り上げ祭り、
大きなサラドゥボウル中の
ワインの香り溢れる、詩的精髄
タイムを山へ登る者に（とてもちっぽけな鳥を調理する為に）、浅瀬を渡ろうとする芥子菜（からしな）を浅い谷川を愛する者に請け負わせるといい
ひたすら我が仕組みとその縁取りの外観故に
それ故ポテトチップでも赤いラディッシュでもない
子供のエプロンを求めるさやえんどうでもない
欠けようとするものでいい、サラダー族に属すのでもない
嘗て大自然の庭という床のあちこちに転がった最後にして最小のもの
それ故汚れを知らず、緑色を結集した豆でもない
朝鮮アザミの芽の先端が損なわれるでもなく
誉めそやしたエンドウを味気なくするのでもない
These tend, I prithee; and for me．
Thy most long-suffering master, bring
In April, when the linnets sing
And the days lengthen more and more,
At sundown to the garden door.
And I, being provided thus.
Shall, with superb asparagus,
A book, a taper, and a cup
Of country wine, divinely sup.
La Solitude, Hyeres.
これらのものの手入れをする、
我願わくば、つまり我が為に
汝の一番長い―忍耐の主よ、春に紹き寄せたまえ
21:16 2016/01/27水曜日
2016年1月26日火曜日
To a Gardener.4/Robert Louis Stevenson翻訳
VII
To a Gardener.
(From Underwoods)
Robert Louis Stevenson
Friend, in my mountain-side demesne
My plain-beholding, rosy, green
And linnet-haunted gardenground,
Let still the esculents abound.
Let first the onion flourish there,
Rose among roots, the maiden-fair,
Wine-scented and poetic soul
Of the capacious salad bowl.
Let thyme the mountaineer (to dress
The tinier birds) and wading cress,
The lover of the shallow brook,
From all my plots and borders look
Nor crisp and ruddy radish, nor
Pease-codes for the child's pinafore
Be lacking; nor of salad clan
The last and least that ever ran
About great nature's garden-beds.
Nor thence be missed the speary heads
Of artichoke; nor thence the bean
That gathered innocent and green
Outsavours the belauded pea.
友は、我が、山腹の領分に住む
我が、ごく普通に目にする、赤らんだ、緑色の庭の地面に出没した鶸（ひわ）
食物がずっと豊富であるといい
先ず第一に、そこで玉葱が育つといい
根それぞれに立ち上がったら、刈り上げ祭り、
大きなサラドゥボウル中の
ワインの香り溢れる、詩的精髄
タイムを山へ登る者に（とてもちっぽけな鳥を調理する為に）、浅瀬を渡ろうとする芥子菜（からしな）を浅い谷川を愛する者に請け負わせるといい
ひたすら我が仕組みとその縁取りの外観故に
それ故ポテトチップでも赤いラディッシュでもない
子供のエプロンを求めるさやえんどうでもない
欠けようとするものでいい、サラダー族に属すのでもない
嘗て大自然の庭という床のあちこちに転がった最後にして最小のもの
それ故汚れを知らず、緑色を結集した豆でもない
朝鮮アザミの芽の先端が損なわれるでもなく
誉めそやしたエンドウを味気なくするのでもない
These tend, I prithee; and for me．
Thy most long-suffering master, bring
In April, when the linnets sing
And the days lengthen more and more,
At sundown to the garden door.
And I, being provided thus.
Shall, with superb asparagus,
A book, a taper, and a cup
Of country wine, divinely sup.
La Solitude, Hyeres.
22:14 2016/01/26火曜日
To a Gardener.
(From Underwoods)
Robert Louis Stevenson
Friend, in my mountain-side demesne
My plain-beholding, rosy, green
And linnet-haunted gardenground,
Let still the esculents abound.
Let first the onion flourish there,
Rose among roots, the maiden-fair,
Wine-scented and poetic soul
Of the capacious salad bowl.
Let thyme the mountaineer (to dress
The tinier birds) and wading cress,
The lover of the shallow brook,
From all my plots and borders look
Nor crisp and ruddy radish, nor
Pease-codes for the child's pinafore
Be lacking; nor of salad clan
The last and least that ever ran
About great nature's garden-beds.
Nor thence be missed the speary heads
Of artichoke; nor thence the bean
That gathered innocent and green
Outsavours the belauded pea.
友は、我が、山腹の領分に住む
我が、ごく普通に目にする、赤らんだ、緑色の庭の地面に出没した鶸（ひわ）
食物がずっと豊富であるといい
先ず第一に、そこで玉葱が育つといい
根それぞれに立ち上がったら、刈り上げ祭り、
大きなサラドゥボウル中の
ワインの香り溢れる、詩的精髄
タイムを山へ登る者に（とてもちっぽけな鳥を調理する為に）、浅瀬を渡ろうとする芥子菜（からしな）を浅い谷川を愛する者に請け負わせるといい
ひたすら我が仕組みとその縁取りの外観故に
それ故ポテトチップでも赤いラディッシュでもない
子供のエプロンを求めるさやえんどうでもない
欠けようとするものでいい、サラダー族に属すのでもない
嘗て大自然の庭という床のあちこちに転がった最後にして最小のもの
それ故汚れを知らず、緑色を結集した豆でもない
朝鮮アザミの芽の先端が損なわれるでもなく
誉めそやしたエンドウを味気なくするのでもない
These tend, I prithee; and for me．
Thy most long-suffering master, bring
In April, when the linnets sing
And the days lengthen more and more,
At sundown to the garden door.
And I, being provided thus.
Shall, with superb asparagus,
A book, a taper, and a cup
Of country wine, divinely sup.
La Solitude, Hyeres.
22:14 2016/01/26火曜日
2016年1月25日月曜日
To a Gardener.3/Robert Louis Stevenson翻訳
VII
To a Gardener.
(From Underwoods)
Robert Louis Stevenson
Friend, in my mountain-side demesne
My plain-beholding, rosy, green
And linnet-haunted gardenground,
Let still the esculents abound.
Let first the onion flourish there,
Rose among roots, the maiden-fair,
Wine-scented and poetic soul
Of the capacious salad bowl.
Let thyme the mountaineer (to dress
The tinier birds) and wading cress,
The lover of the shallow brook,
From all my plots and borders look
Nor crisp and ruddy radish, nor
Pease-codes for the child's pinafore
Be lacking; nor of salad clan
The last and least that ever ran
About great nature's garden-beds.
Nor thence be missed the speary heads
Of artichoke; nor thence the bean
That gathered innocent and green
Outsavours the belauded pea.
友は、我が、山腹の領分に住む
我が、ごく普通に目にする、赤らんだ、緑色の庭の地面に出没した鶸（ひわ）
食物がずっと豊富であるといい
先ず第一に、そこで玉葱が育つといい
根それぞれに立ち上がったら、刈り上げ祭り、
大きなサラドゥボウル中の
ワインの香り溢れる、詩的精髄
タイムを山へ登る者に（とてもちっぽけな鳥を調理する為に）、
浅瀬を渡ろうとする芥子菜（からしな）を浅い谷川を愛する者に請け負わせるといい
ひたすら我が仕組みとその縁取りの外観故に
それ故ポテトチップでも赤いラディッシュでもない
子供のエプロンを求めるさやえんどうでもない
These tend, I prithee; and for me．
Thy most long-suffering master, bring
In April, when the linnets sing
And the days lengthen more and more,
At sundown to the garden door.
And I, being provided thus.
Shall, with superb asparagus,
A book, a taper, and a cup
Of country wine, divinely sup.
La Solitude, Hyeres.
22:11 2016/01/25月曜日
To a Gardener.
(From Underwoods)
Robert Louis Stevenson
Friend, in my mountain-side demesne
My plain-beholding, rosy, green
And linnet-haunted gardenground,
Let still the esculents abound.
Let first the onion flourish there,
Rose among roots, the maiden-fair,
Wine-scented and poetic soul
Of the capacious salad bowl.
Let thyme the mountaineer (to dress
The tinier birds) and wading cress,
The lover of the shallow brook,
From all my plots and borders look
Nor crisp and ruddy radish, nor
Pease-codes for the child's pinafore
Be lacking; nor of salad clan
The last and least that ever ran
About great nature's garden-beds.
Nor thence be missed the speary heads
Of artichoke; nor thence the bean
That gathered innocent and green
Outsavours the belauded pea.
友は、我が、山腹の領分に住む
我が、ごく普通に目にする、赤らんだ、緑色の庭の地面に出没した鶸（ひわ）
食物がずっと豊富であるといい
先ず第一に、そこで玉葱が育つといい
根それぞれに立ち上がったら、刈り上げ祭り、
大きなサラドゥボウル中の
ワインの香り溢れる、詩的精髄
タイムを山へ登る者に（とてもちっぽけな鳥を調理する為に）、
浅瀬を渡ろうとする芥子菜（からしな）を浅い谷川を愛する者に請け負わせるといい
ひたすら我が仕組みとその縁取りの外観故に
それ故ポテトチップでも赤いラディッシュでもない
子供のエプロンを求めるさやえんどうでもない
These tend, I prithee; and for me．
Thy most long-suffering master, bring
In April, when the linnets sing
And the days lengthen more and more,
At sundown to the garden door.
And I, being provided thus.
Shall, with superb asparagus,
A book, a taper, and a cup
Of country wine, divinely sup.
La Solitude, Hyeres.
22:11 2016/01/25月曜日
2016年1月24日日曜日
To a Gardener.2/Robert Louis Stevenson翻訳
VII
To a Gardener.
(From Underwoods)
Robert Louis Stevenson
Friend, in my mountain-side demesne
My plain-beholding, rosy, green
And linnet-haunted gardenground,
Let still the esculents abound.
Let first the onion flourish there,
Rose among roots, the maiden-fair,
Wine-scented and poetic soul
Of the capacious salad bowl.
Let thyme the mountaineer (to dress
The tinier birds) and wading cress,
The lover of the shallow brook,
From all my plots and borders look
Nor crisp and ruddy radish, nor
Pease-codes for the child's pinafore
Be lacking; nor of salad clan
The last and least that ever ran
About great nature's garden-beds.
Nor thence be missed the speary heads
Of artichoke; nor thence the bean
That gathered innocent and green
Outsavours the belauded pea.
友は、我が、山腹の領分に住む
我が、ごく普通に目にしている、赤らんだ、緑色の
庭の地面に出没した鶸（ひわ）
食物がずっと豊富であるといい
先ず第一に、そこで玉葱が育つといい
根それぞれに立ち上がったら、刈り上げ祭り、
大きなサラドゥボウルの中の
ワインの香り溢れる、詩的精髄
These tend, I prithee; and for me．
Thy most long-suffering master, bring
In April, when the linnets sing
And the days lengthen more and more,
At sundown to the garden door.
And I, being provided thus.
Shall, with superb asparagus,
A book, a taper, and a cup
Of country wine, divinely sup.
La Solitude, Hyeres.
20:58 2016/01/24日曜日
To a Gardener.
(From Underwoods)
Robert Louis Stevenson
Friend, in my mountain-side demesne
My plain-beholding, rosy, green
And linnet-haunted gardenground,
Let still the esculents abound.
Let first the onion flourish there,
Rose among roots, the maiden-fair,
Wine-scented and poetic soul
Of the capacious salad bowl.
Let thyme the mountaineer (to dress
The tinier birds) and wading cress,
The lover of the shallow brook,
From all my plots and borders look
Nor crisp and ruddy radish, nor
Pease-codes for the child's pinafore
Be lacking; nor of salad clan
The last and least that ever ran
About great nature's garden-beds.
Nor thence be missed the speary heads
Of artichoke; nor thence the bean
That gathered innocent and green
Outsavours the belauded pea.
友は、我が、山腹の領分に住む
我が、ごく普通に目にしている、赤らんだ、緑色の
庭の地面に出没した鶸（ひわ）
食物がずっと豊富であるといい
先ず第一に、そこで玉葱が育つといい
根それぞれに立ち上がったら、刈り上げ祭り、
大きなサラドゥボウルの中の
ワインの香り溢れる、詩的精髄
These tend, I prithee; and for me．
Thy most long-suffering master, bring
In April, when the linnets sing
And the days lengthen more and more,
At sundown to the garden door.
And I, being provided thus.
Shall, with superb asparagus,
A book, a taper, and a cup
Of country wine, divinely sup.
La Solitude, Hyeres.
20:58 2016/01/24日曜日
2016年1月23日土曜日
To a Gardener.1/Robert Louis Stevenson翻訳
VII
To a Gardener.
(From Underwoods)
Robert Louis Stevenson
Friend, in my mountain-side demesne
My plain-beholding, rosy, green
And linnet-haunted gardenground,
Let still the esculents abound.
Let first the onion flourish there,
Rose among roots, the maiden-fair,
Wine-scented and poetic soul
Of the capacious salad bowl.
Let thyme the mountaineer (to dress
The tinier birds) and wading cress,
The lover of the shallow brook,
From all my plots and borders look
Nor crisp and ruddy radish, nor
Pease-codes for the child's pinafore
Be lacking; nor of salad clan
The last and least that ever ran
About great nature's garden-beds.
Nor thence be missed the speary heads
Of artichoke; nor thence the bean
That gathered innocent and green
Outsavours the belauded pea.
友は、我が、山腹の領分に住む
我が、ごく普通に目にしている、赤らんだ、緑色の
庭の地面に出没した鶸（ひわ）
どうか食物がずっと豊富でありますように
These tend, I prithee; and for me．
Thy most long-suffering master, bring
In April, when the linnets sing
And the days lengthen more and more,
At sundown to the garden door.
And I, being provided thus.
Shall, with superb asparagus,
A book, a taper, and a cup
Of country wine, divinely sup.
La Solitude, Hyeres.
22:01 2016/01/23土曜日
To a Gardener.
(From Underwoods)
Robert Louis Stevenson
Friend, in my mountain-side demesne
My plain-beholding, rosy, green
And linnet-haunted gardenground,
Let still the esculents abound.
Let first the onion flourish there,
Rose among roots, the maiden-fair,
Wine-scented and poetic soul
Of the capacious salad bowl.
Let thyme the mountaineer (to dress
The tinier birds) and wading cress,
The lover of the shallow brook,
From all my plots and borders look
Nor crisp and ruddy radish, nor
Pease-codes for the child's pinafore
Be lacking; nor of salad clan
The last and least that ever ran
About great nature's garden-beds.
Nor thence be missed the speary heads
Of artichoke; nor thence the bean
That gathered innocent and green
Outsavours the belauded pea.
友は、我が、山腹の領分に住む
我が、ごく普通に目にしている、赤らんだ、緑色の
庭の地面に出没した鶸（ひわ）
どうか食物がずっと豊富でありますように
These tend, I prithee; and for me．
Thy most long-suffering master, bring
In April, when the linnets sing
And the days lengthen more and more,
At sundown to the garden door.
And I, being provided thus.
Shall, with superb asparagus,
A book, a taper, and a cup
Of country wine, divinely sup.
La Solitude, Hyeres.
22:01 2016/01/23土曜日
2016年1月21日木曜日
田川寿美、五木寛之は、米子市民を殺す！
田川寿美の
しゃくなげの雨は、
五木寛之ら芥川賞直木賞作家、TBS、毎日新聞社と共謀、
私の詩を盗み、石楠花の鉢植えを二つもアンモ二アをかけて腐らせ、
他の歌手の曲まで盗んで、米子市民のお金を使って、見た事もない豪華な衣装を作り、私のパソコンを通してyou tubeに連日大量投稿。
田川寿美は、
他の有名歌手の許可も得ず、著作権を無断で犯し、あらゆる歌とその歌手を冒瀆。
その破廉恥な歌いっぷりには、「歌手を今日止めろ。」と言いたくなる。
彼らは、上手な人の歌を再現する為に、その人の声、筋肉、骨格、感覚器に合わせた体に整形し、遠隔操作によって辛うじて歌っているロボット歌い手に過ぎない。
体や声を使われた歌手や、私達素人は、使われた箇所を、使い物にならない程傷付けられている。
22:46 2016/01/21木曜日
しゃくなげの雨は、
五木寛之ら芥川賞直木賞作家、TBS、毎日新聞社と共謀、
私の詩を盗み、石楠花の鉢植えを二つもアンモ二アをかけて腐らせ、
他の歌手の曲まで盗んで、米子市民のお金を使って、見た事もない豪華な衣装を作り、私のパソコンを通してyou tubeに連日大量投稿。
田川寿美は、
他の有名歌手の許可も得ず、著作権を無断で犯し、あらゆる歌とその歌手を冒瀆。
その破廉恥な歌いっぷりには、「歌手を今日止めろ。」と言いたくなる。
彼らは、上手な人の歌を再現する為に、その人の声、筋肉、骨格、感覚器に合わせた体に整形し、遠隔操作によって辛うじて歌っているロボット歌い手に過ぎない。
体や声を使われた歌手や、私達素人は、使われた箇所を、使い物にならない程傷付けられている。
22:46 2016/01/21木曜日
2016年1月20日水曜日
終A Visit From the Sea4/Robert Louis Stevenson翻訳
Ⅵ
A Visit From the Sea
(From Underwoods)
Robert Louis Stevenson
(Born November 13, 1850, Died December 3, 1894)
Far from the loud sea beaches
Where he goes fishing and crying
Here in the inland garden
Why is the sea-gull flying?
彼が釣をしに又泣きに行く
騒々しい海辺から遠く離れ
ここ内陸の田園にあって
何故鴎は鳴いてばかりいるのか？
Here are no fish to dive for;
Here is the corn and lea;
Here are the green trees rustling.
Hie away home to sea!
探して潜ってもここに魚はいない
ここには小麦畑と草地が広がる
ここにはさらさら音を立てている青い樹木がある
家を離れ海へと急ぐ
Fresh is the river water
And quiet among the rushes;
This is no home for the sea-gull,
But for the rooks and thrushes.
清々しいのは川の流れ
葦（い）の間の静けさ
これでは、鶫（つぐみ）や深山烏（みやまがらす）の向かう、
どころか、鴎（かもめ）の向かう巣にもならない
Pity the bird that has wandered!
Pity the sailor ashore!
Hurry him home to the ocean,
Let him come here no more!
迷い込んだその小鳥を哀れに思って！
陸（おか)に上がった船乗りを哀れに思って！
彼を海に面した巣へ急き立てて、
二度とここに彼を来させないで！
High on the sea-cliff ledges
The white gulls are trooping and crying,
Here among the rooks and roses,
Why is the sea-gull flying?
海の断崖の棚の上方高く
白い鴎が群がり泣いている
ここ深山烏（みやまがらす）とバラに囲まれながら
何故鴎はとびたとうとする？
21:41 2016/01/20水曜日
A Visit From the Sea
(From Underwoods)
Robert Louis Stevenson
(Born November 13, 1850, Died December 3, 1894)
Far from the loud sea beaches
Where he goes fishing and crying
Here in the inland garden
Why is the sea-gull flying?
彼が釣をしに又泣きに行く
騒々しい海辺から遠く離れ
ここ内陸の田園にあって
何故鴎は鳴いてばかりいるのか？
Here are no fish to dive for;
Here is the corn and lea;
Here are the green trees rustling.
Hie away home to sea!
探して潜ってもここに魚はいない
ここには小麦畑と草地が広がる
ここにはさらさら音を立てている青い樹木がある
家を離れ海へと急ぐ
Fresh is the river water
And quiet among the rushes;
This is no home for the sea-gull,
But for the rooks and thrushes.
清々しいのは川の流れ
葦（い）の間の静けさ
これでは、鶫（つぐみ）や深山烏（みやまがらす）の向かう、
どころか、鴎（かもめ）の向かう巣にもならない
Pity the bird that has wandered!
Pity the sailor ashore!
Hurry him home to the ocean,
Let him come here no more!
迷い込んだその小鳥を哀れに思って！
陸（おか)に上がった船乗りを哀れに思って！
彼を海に面した巣へ急き立てて、
二度とここに彼を来させないで！
High on the sea-cliff ledges
The white gulls are trooping and crying,
Here among the rooks and roses,
Why is the sea-gull flying?
海の断崖の棚の上方高く
白い鴎が群がり泣いている
ここ深山烏（みやまがらす）とバラに囲まれながら
何故鴎はとびたとうとする？
21:41 2016/01/20水曜日
2016年1月19日火曜日
A Visit From the Sea3/Robert Louis Stevenson翻訳
Ⅵ
A Visit From the Sea
(From Underwoods)
Robert Louis Stevenson
(Born November 13, 1850, Died December 3, 1894)
Far from the loud sea beaches
Where he goes fishing and crying
Here in the inland garden
Why is the sea-gull flying?
彼が釣をしに又泣きに行く
騒々しい海辺から遠く離れ
ここ内陸の田園にあって
何故鴎は鳴いてばかりいるのか？
Here are no fish to dive for;
Here is the corn and lea;
Here are the green trees rustling.
Hie away home to sea!
探して潜ってもここに魚はいない
ここには小麦畑と草地が広がる
ここにはさらさら音を立てている青い樹木がある
家を離れ海へと急ぐ
Fresh is the river water
And quiet among the rushes;
This is no home for the sea-gull,
But for the rooks and thrushes.
清々しいのは川の流れ
葦（い）の間の静けさ
これでは、鶫（つぐみ）や深山烏（みやまがす）の向かう、
どころか、鴎（かもめ）の向かう巣にもならない
Pity the bird that has wandered!
Pity the sailor ashore!
Hurry him home to the ocean,
Let him come here no more!
迷い込んだその小鳥を哀れに思って！
陸（おか)に上がった船乗りを哀れに思って！
彼を海に面した巣へ急き立てて、
二度とここに彼を来させないで！
High on the sea-cliff ledges
The white gulls are trooping and crying,
Here among the rooks and roses,
Why is the sea-gull flying?
22:45 2016/01/19火曜日
A Visit From the Sea
(From Underwoods)
Robert Louis Stevenson
(Born November 13, 1850, Died December 3, 1894)
Far from the loud sea beaches
Where he goes fishing and crying
Here in the inland garden
Why is the sea-gull flying?
彼が釣をしに又泣きに行く
騒々しい海辺から遠く離れ
ここ内陸の田園にあって
何故鴎は鳴いてばかりいるのか？
Here are no fish to dive for;
Here is the corn and lea;
Here are the green trees rustling.
Hie away home to sea!
探して潜ってもここに魚はいない
ここには小麦畑と草地が広がる
ここにはさらさら音を立てている青い樹木がある
家を離れ海へと急ぐ
Fresh is the river water
And quiet among the rushes;
This is no home for the sea-gull,
But for the rooks and thrushes.
清々しいのは川の流れ
葦（い）の間の静けさ
これでは、鶫（つぐみ）や深山烏（みやまがす）の向かう、
どころか、鴎（かもめ）の向かう巣にもならない
Pity the bird that has wandered!
Pity the sailor ashore!
Hurry him home to the ocean,
Let him come here no more!
迷い込んだその小鳥を哀れに思って！
陸（おか)に上がった船乗りを哀れに思って！
彼を海に面した巣へ急き立てて、
二度とここに彼を来させないで！
High on the sea-cliff ledges
The white gulls are trooping and crying,
Here among the rooks and roses,
Why is the sea-gull flying?
22:45 2016/01/19火曜日
2016年1月18日月曜日
A Visit From the Sea2/Robert Louis Stevenson翻訳
Ⅵ
A Visit From the Sea
(From Underwoods)
Robert Louis Stevenson
(Born November 13, 1850, Died December 3, 1894)
Far from the loud sea beaches
Where he goes fishing and crying
Here in the inland garden
Why is the sea-gull flying?
彼が釣をしに又泣きに行く
騒々しい海辺から遠く離れ
ここ内陸の田園にあって
何故鴎は鳴いてばかりいるのか？
Here are no fish to dive for;
Here is the corn and lea;
Here are the green trees rustling.
Hie away home to sea!
探して潜ってもここに魚はいない
ここには小麦畑と草地が広がる
ここにはさらさら音を立てている青い樹木がある
家を離れ海へと急ぐ
Fresh is the river water
And quiet among the rushes;
This is no home for the sea-gull,
But for the rooks and thrushes.
清々しいのは川の流れ
葦（い）の間の静けさ
これでは、鶫（つぐみ）や深山烏（みやまがらす）の向かう、どころか
、鴎の向かう巣にもならない
Pity the bird that has wandered!
Pity the sailor ashore!
Hurry him home to the ocean,
Let him come here no more!
High on the sea-cliff ledges
The white gulls are trooping and crying,
Here among the rooks and roses,
Why is the sea-gull flying?
23:22 2016/01/18月曜日
A Visit From the Sea
(From Underwoods)
Robert Louis Stevenson
(Born November 13, 1850, Died December 3, 1894)
Far from the loud sea beaches
Where he goes fishing and crying
Here in the inland garden
Why is the sea-gull flying?
彼が釣をしに又泣きに行く
騒々しい海辺から遠く離れ
ここ内陸の田園にあって
何故鴎は鳴いてばかりいるのか？
Here are no fish to dive for;
Here is the corn and lea;
Here are the green trees rustling.
Hie away home to sea!
探して潜ってもここに魚はいない
ここには小麦畑と草地が広がる
ここにはさらさら音を立てている青い樹木がある
家を離れ海へと急ぐ
Fresh is the river water
And quiet among the rushes;
This is no home for the sea-gull,
But for the rooks and thrushes.
清々しいのは川の流れ
葦（い）の間の静けさ
これでは、鶫（つぐみ）や深山烏（みやまがらす）の向かう、どころか
、鴎の向かう巣にもならない
Pity the bird that has wandered!
Pity the sailor ashore!
Hurry him home to the ocean,
Let him come here no more!
High on the sea-cliff ledges
The white gulls are trooping and crying,
Here among the rooks and roses,
Why is the sea-gull flying?
23:22 2016/01/18月曜日
2016年1月17日日曜日
A Visit From the Sea1/Robert Louis Stevenson翻訳
Ⅵ
A Visit From the Sea
(From Underwoods)
Robert Louis Stevenson
(Born November 13, 1850, Died December 3, 1894)
Far from the loud sea beaches
Where he goes fishing and crying
Here in the inland garden
Why is the sea-gull flying?
彼が釣をしに又泣きに行く
騒々しい海辺から遠く離れ
ここ内陸の田園にあって
何故鴎は鳴いてばかりいるのか？
Here are no fish to dive for;
Here is the corn and lea;
Here are the green trees rustling.
Hie away home to sea!
探して潜ってもここに魚はいない
ここには小麦畑と草地が広がる
ここにはさらさら音を立てている青い樹木がある
家を離れ海へと急ぐ
Fresh is the river water
And quiet among the rushes;
This is no home for the sea-gull,
But for the rooks and thrushes.
Pity the bird that has wandered!
Pity the sailor ashore!
Hurry him home to the ocean,
Let him come here no more!
High on the sea-cliff ledges
The white gulls are trooping and crying,
Here among the rooks and roses,
Why is the sea-gull flying?
22:45 2016/01/17日曜日
A Visit From the Sea
(From Underwoods)
Robert Louis Stevenson
(Born November 13, 1850, Died December 3, 1894)
Far from the loud sea beaches
Where he goes fishing and crying
Here in the inland garden
Why is the sea-gull flying?
彼が釣をしに又泣きに行く
騒々しい海辺から遠く離れ
ここ内陸の田園にあって
何故鴎は鳴いてばかりいるのか？
Here are no fish to dive for;
Here is the corn and lea;
Here are the green trees rustling.
Hie away home to sea!
探して潜ってもここに魚はいない
ここには小麦畑と草地が広がる
ここにはさらさら音を立てている青い樹木がある
家を離れ海へと急ぐ
Fresh is the river water
And quiet among the rushes;
This is no home for the sea-gull,
But for the rooks and thrushes.
Pity the bird that has wandered!
Pity the sailor ashore!
Hurry him home to the ocean,
Let him come here no more!
High on the sea-cliff ledges
The white gulls are trooping and crying,
Here among the rooks and roses,
Why is the sea-gull flying?
22:45 2016/01/17日曜日
2016年1月16日土曜日
終The House Beautiful/Robert Louis Stevenson翻訳七日目
The House Beautiful
(From Underwoods)
Robert Louis Stevenson
A naked house, a naked moor,
A shivering pool before the door,
A garden bare of flowers and fruit
And poplars at the garden foot;
Such is the place that I live in,
Bleak without and bare within.
荒れ果てた家、不毛の荒野
戸ロの前の震えている水溜まり
咲き乱れる花とその花実を欠いた庭
そして庭の隅っこのポプラの木々
これが僕が生きているところ
外は寒風が吹き荒び中はがらんとしている
Yet shall your ragged moor receive
The incomparable pomp of eve,
And the cold glories of the dawn
Behind your shivering trees be drawn;
And when the wind from place to place
Doth the unmoored cloud-galleons chase,
Your garden gloom and gleam again,
With leaping sun, with glancing rain.
Here shall the wizard moon ascend
The heavens, in the crimson end
Of day's declining splendour; here
The army of the stars appear.
The neighbour hollows dry or wet,
Spring shall with tender flowers beset;
And oft the morning muser see
Larks rising from the broomy lea,
And every fairy wheel and thread
Of cobweb dew-bediamonded.
When daisies go, shall winter time
Silver the simple grass with rime;
Autumnal frosts enchant the pool
And make the cart-ruts beautiful;
And when snow-bright the moor expands,
How shall your children clap their hands!
To make this earth, our hermitage,
A cheerful and a changeful page,
God's bright and intricate device
Of days and seasons doth suffice.
貴方のごつごつした荒野は、宵祭りの比類のない華やかさや、
貴方の震えている木立ちの背後で、絵に描かれる寒々とした夜明けの光輪を歓迎しているではないか
吹き抜ける風
抜錨されたガリアン船団が走る
貴方の庭は、闇に覆われ、やがて再び光が差す
飛び跳ねる日光と共に
斜めに降る雨と共に
今、素晴らしい月が上ろうとしているではないか
空は深紅色を成し
一日の終わりが紅彩を傾けて行く
ほら星の群れが姿を見せる
そこいらの窪み干上がろうと濡れようと
春は美しい花と共に当たり前のように押し寄せる
朝、よく黙想する人は草地から飛び立つ雲雀に遭遇する
やがて妖精は皆、露というダイアモンドゥで飾られた蜘蛛の巣の紡ぎ車を回し糸を通す
フランス菊が枯れると
冬がそこいら中に生えた草を霜で覆って銀白にする
秋の霜は水溜まりに魔法をかけ一頭立てニ輪車の轍を鮮明にする
雪明かりに荒れ野が拓ける時
貴方の子供達はどんなに拍手するだろう！
この大地に隠者の庵（いおり）を設けるべく浮き浮きするような変化に富んだペイジ
神の冴えた、それでいて入り組んだ仕掛けは満足の行くものである
21:44 2016/01/16土曜日
(From Underwoods)
Robert Louis Stevenson
A naked house, a naked moor,
A shivering pool before the door,
A garden bare of flowers and fruit
And poplars at the garden foot;
Such is the place that I live in,
Bleak without and bare within.
荒れ果てた家、不毛の荒野
戸ロの前の震えている水溜まり
咲き乱れる花とその花実を欠いた庭
そして庭の隅っこのポプラの木々
これが僕が生きているところ
外は寒風が吹き荒び中はがらんとしている
Yet shall your ragged moor receive
The incomparable pomp of eve,
And the cold glories of the dawn
Behind your shivering trees be drawn;
And when the wind from place to place
Doth the unmoored cloud-galleons chase,
Your garden gloom and gleam again,
With leaping sun, with glancing rain.
Here shall the wizard moon ascend
The heavens, in the crimson end
Of day's declining splendour; here
The army of the stars appear.
The neighbour hollows dry or wet,
Spring shall with tender flowers beset;
And oft the morning muser see
Larks rising from the broomy lea,
And every fairy wheel and thread
Of cobweb dew-bediamonded.
When daisies go, shall winter time
Silver the simple grass with rime;
Autumnal frosts enchant the pool
And make the cart-ruts beautiful;
And when snow-bright the moor expands,
How shall your children clap their hands!
To make this earth, our hermitage,
A cheerful and a changeful page,
God's bright and intricate device
Of days and seasons doth suffice.
貴方のごつごつした荒野は、宵祭りの比類のない華やかさや、
貴方の震えている木立ちの背後で、絵に描かれる寒々とした夜明けの光輪を歓迎しているではないか
吹き抜ける風
抜錨されたガリアン船団が走る
貴方の庭は、闇に覆われ、やがて再び光が差す
飛び跳ねる日光と共に
斜めに降る雨と共に
今、素晴らしい月が上ろうとしているではないか
空は深紅色を成し
一日の終わりが紅彩を傾けて行く
ほら星の群れが姿を見せる
そこいらの窪み干上がろうと濡れようと
春は美しい花と共に当たり前のように押し寄せる
朝、よく黙想する人は草地から飛び立つ雲雀に遭遇する
やがて妖精は皆、露というダイアモンドゥで飾られた蜘蛛の巣の紡ぎ車を回し糸を通す
フランス菊が枯れると
冬がそこいら中に生えた草を霜で覆って銀白にする
秋の霜は水溜まりに魔法をかけ一頭立てニ輪車の轍を鮮明にする
雪明かりに荒れ野が拓ける時
貴方の子供達はどんなに拍手するだろう！
この大地に隠者の庵（いおり）を設けるべく浮き浮きするような変化に富んだペイジ
神の冴えた、それでいて入り組んだ仕掛けは満足の行くものである
21:44 2016/01/16土曜日
2016年1月15日金曜日
The House Beautiful/Robert Louis Stevenson翻訳六日目
The House Beautiful
(From Underwoods)
Robert Louis Stevenson
A naked house, a naked moor,
A shivering pool before the door,
A garden bare of flowers and fruit
And poplars at the garden foot;
Such is the place that I live in,
Bleak without and bare within.
荒れ果てた家、不毛の荒野
戸ロの前の震えている水溜まり
咲き乱れる花とその花実を欠いた庭
そして庭の隅っこのポプラの木々
これが僕が生きているところ
外は寒風が吹き荒び中はがらんとしている
Yet shall your ragged moor receive
The incomparable pomp of eve,
And the cold glories of the dawn
Behind your shivering trees be drawn;
And when the wind from place to place
Doth the unmoored cloud-galleons chase,
Your garden gloom and gleam again,
With leaping sun, with glancing rain.
Here shall the wizard moon ascend
The heavens, in the crimson end
Of day's declining splendour; here
The army of the stars appear.
The neighbour hollows dry or wet,
Spring shall with tender flowers beset;
And oft the morning muser see
Larks rising from the broomy lea,
And every fairy wheel and thread
Of cobweb dew-bediamonded.
When daisies go, shall winter time
Silver the simple grass with rime;
Autumnal frosts enchant the pool
And make the cart-ruts beautiful;
And when snow-bright the moor expands,
How shall your children clap their hands!
To make this earth, our hermitage,
A cheerful and a changeful page,
God's bright and intricate device
Of days and seasons doth suffice.
貴方のごつごつした荒野は、宵祭りの比類のない華やかさや、
貴方の震えている木立ちの背後で、絵に描かれる寒々とした夜明けの光輪を歓迎しているではないか
吹き抜ける風
抜錨されたガリアン船団が走る
貴方の庭は、闇に覆われ、やがて再び光が差す
飛び跳ねる日光と共に
斜めに降る雨と共に
今、素晴らしい月が上ろうとしているではないか
空は深紅色を成し
一日の終わりが紅彩を傾けて行く
ほら星の群れが姿を見せる
そこいらの窪み干上がろうと濡れようと
春は美しい花と共に当たり前のように押し寄せる
朝、よく黙想する人は草地から飛び立つ雲雀に遭遇する
やがて妖精は皆、露というダイアモンドゥで飾られた蜘蛛の巣の紡ぎ車を回し糸を通す
フランス菊が枯れると
冬がそこいら中に生えた草を霜で覆って銀白にする
秋の霜は水溜まりに魔法をかけ一頭立てニ輪車の轍を鮮明にする
雪明かりに荒れ野が拓ける時
貴方の子供達はどんなに拍手するだろう！
21:32 2016/01/15金曜日
(From Underwoods)
Robert Louis Stevenson
A naked house, a naked moor,
A shivering pool before the door,
A garden bare of flowers and fruit
And poplars at the garden foot;
Such is the place that I live in,
Bleak without and bare within.
荒れ果てた家、不毛の荒野
戸ロの前の震えている水溜まり
咲き乱れる花とその花実を欠いた庭
そして庭の隅っこのポプラの木々
これが僕が生きているところ
外は寒風が吹き荒び中はがらんとしている
Yet shall your ragged moor receive
The incomparable pomp of eve,
And the cold glories of the dawn
Behind your shivering trees be drawn;
And when the wind from place to place
Doth the unmoored cloud-galleons chase,
Your garden gloom and gleam again,
With leaping sun, with glancing rain.
Here shall the wizard moon ascend
The heavens, in the crimson end
Of day's declining splendour; here
The army of the stars appear.
The neighbour hollows dry or wet,
Spring shall with tender flowers beset;
And oft the morning muser see
Larks rising from the broomy lea,
And every fairy wheel and thread
Of cobweb dew-bediamonded.
When daisies go, shall winter time
Silver the simple grass with rime;
Autumnal frosts enchant the pool
And make the cart-ruts beautiful;
And when snow-bright the moor expands,
How shall your children clap their hands!
To make this earth, our hermitage,
A cheerful and a changeful page,
God's bright and intricate device
Of days and seasons doth suffice.
貴方のごつごつした荒野は、宵祭りの比類のない華やかさや、
貴方の震えている木立ちの背後で、絵に描かれる寒々とした夜明けの光輪を歓迎しているではないか
吹き抜ける風
抜錨されたガリアン船団が走る
貴方の庭は、闇に覆われ、やがて再び光が差す
飛び跳ねる日光と共に
斜めに降る雨と共に
今、素晴らしい月が上ろうとしているではないか
空は深紅色を成し
一日の終わりが紅彩を傾けて行く
ほら星の群れが姿を見せる
そこいらの窪み干上がろうと濡れようと
春は美しい花と共に当たり前のように押し寄せる
朝、よく黙想する人は草地から飛び立つ雲雀に遭遇する
やがて妖精は皆、露というダイアモンドゥで飾られた蜘蛛の巣の紡ぎ車を回し糸を通す
フランス菊が枯れると
冬がそこいら中に生えた草を霜で覆って銀白にする
秋の霜は水溜まりに魔法をかけ一頭立てニ輪車の轍を鮮明にする
雪明かりに荒れ野が拓ける時
貴方の子供達はどんなに拍手するだろう！
21:32 2016/01/15金曜日
2016年1月14日木曜日
The House Beautiful/Robert Louis Stevenson翻訳五日目
The House Beautiful
(From Underwoods)
Robert Louis Stevenson
A naked house, a naked moor,
A shivering pool before the door,
A garden bare of flowers and fruit
And poplars at the garden foot;
Such is the place that I live in,
Bleak without and bare within.
荒れ果てた家、不毛の荒野
戸ロの前の震えている水溜まり
咲き乱れる花とその花実を欠いた庭
そして庭の隅っこのポプラの木々
これが僕が生きているところ
外は寒風が吹き荒び中はがらんとしている
Yet shall your ragged moor receive
The incomparable pomp of eve,
And the cold glories of the dawn
Behind your shivering trees be drawn;
And when the wind from place to place
Doth the unmoored cloud-galleons chase,
Your garden gloom and gleam again,
With leaping sun, with glancing rain.
Here shall the wizard moon ascend
The heavens, in the crimson end
Of day's declining splendour; here
The army of the stars appear.
The neighbour hollows dry or wet,
Spring shall with tender flowers beset;
And oft the morning muser see
Larks rising from the broomy lea,
And every fairy wheel and thread
Of cobweb dew-bediamonded.
When daisies go, shall winter time
Silver the simple grass with rime;
Autumnal frosts enchant the pool
And make the cart-ruts beautiful;
And when snow-bright the moor expands,
How shall your children clap their hands!
To make this earth, our hermitage,
A cheerful and a changeful page,
God's bright and intricate device
Of days and seasons doth suffice.
貴方のごつごつした荒野は、宵祭りの比類のない華やかさや、
貴方の震えている木立ちの背後で、
絵に描かれる寒々とした夜明けの光輪を歓迎しているではないか
吹き抜ける風
抜錨されたガリアン船団が走る
貴方の庭は、闇に覆われ、やがて再び光が差す
飛び跳ねる日光と共に
斜めに降る雨と共に
今、素晴らしい月が上ろうとしているではないか
空は深紅色を成し
一日の終わりが紅彩を傾けて行く
ほら星の群れが姿を見せる
そこいらの窪み干上がろうと濡れようと
春は美しい花と共に当たり前のように押し寄せる
朝、よく黙想する人は草地から飛び立つ雲雀に遭遇する
やがて妖精は皆、露というダイアモンドゥで飾られた蜘蛛の巣の紡ぎ車を回し糸を通す
フランス菊が枯れると
冬がそこいら中に生えた草を霜で覆って銀白にする
20:28 2016/01/14木曜日
(From Underwoods)
Robert Louis Stevenson
A naked house, a naked moor,
A shivering pool before the door,
A garden bare of flowers and fruit
And poplars at the garden foot;
Such is the place that I live in,
Bleak without and bare within.
荒れ果てた家、不毛の荒野
戸ロの前の震えている水溜まり
咲き乱れる花とその花実を欠いた庭
そして庭の隅っこのポプラの木々
これが僕が生きているところ
外は寒風が吹き荒び中はがらんとしている
Yet shall your ragged moor receive
The incomparable pomp of eve,
And the cold glories of the dawn
Behind your shivering trees be drawn;
And when the wind from place to place
Doth the unmoored cloud-galleons chase,
Your garden gloom and gleam again,
With leaping sun, with glancing rain.
Here shall the wizard moon ascend
The heavens, in the crimson end
Of day's declining splendour; here
The army of the stars appear.
The neighbour hollows dry or wet,
Spring shall with tender flowers beset;
And oft the morning muser see
Larks rising from the broomy lea,
And every fairy wheel and thread
Of cobweb dew-bediamonded.
When daisies go, shall winter time
Silver the simple grass with rime;
Autumnal frosts enchant the pool
And make the cart-ruts beautiful;
And when snow-bright the moor expands,
How shall your children clap their hands!
To make this earth, our hermitage,
A cheerful and a changeful page,
God's bright and intricate device
Of days and seasons doth suffice.
貴方のごつごつした荒野は、宵祭りの比類のない華やかさや、
貴方の震えている木立ちの背後で、
絵に描かれる寒々とした夜明けの光輪を歓迎しているではないか
吹き抜ける風
抜錨されたガリアン船団が走る
貴方の庭は、闇に覆われ、やがて再び光が差す
飛び跳ねる日光と共に
斜めに降る雨と共に
今、素晴らしい月が上ろうとしているではないか
空は深紅色を成し
一日の終わりが紅彩を傾けて行く
ほら星の群れが姿を見せる
そこいらの窪み干上がろうと濡れようと
春は美しい花と共に当たり前のように押し寄せる
朝、よく黙想する人は草地から飛び立つ雲雀に遭遇する
やがて妖精は皆、露というダイアモンドゥで飾られた蜘蛛の巣の紡ぎ車を回し糸を通す
フランス菊が枯れると
冬がそこいら中に生えた草を霜で覆って銀白にする
20:28 2016/01/14木曜日
2016年1月13日水曜日
The House Beautiful/Robert Louis Stevenson翻訳四日目
The House Beautiful
(From Underwoods)
Robert Louis Stevenson
A naked house, a naked moor,
A shivering pool before the door,
A garden bare of flowers and fruit
And poplars at the garden foot;
Such is the place that I live in,
Bleak without and bare within.
荒れ果てた家、不毛の荒野
戸ロの前の震えている水溜まり
咲き乱れる花とその花実を欠いた庭
そして庭の隅っこのポプラの木々
これが僕が生きているところ
外は寒風が吹き荒び中はがらんとしている
Yet shall your ragged moor receive
The incomparable pomp of eve,
And the cold glories of the dawn
Behind your shivering trees be drawn;
And when the wind from place to place
Doth the unmoored cloud-galleons chase,
Your garden gloom and gleam again,
With leaping sun, with glancing rain.
Here shall the wizard moon ascend
The heavens, in the crimson end
Of day's declining splendour; here
The army of the stars appear.
The neighbour hollows dry or wet,
Spring shall with tender flowers beset;
And oft the morning muser see
Larks rising from the broomy lea,
And every fairy wheel and thread
Of cobweb dew-bediamonded.
When daisies go, shall winter time
Silver the simple grass with rime;
Autumnal frosts enchant the pool
And make the cart-ruts beautiful;
And when snow-bright the moor expands,
How shall your children clap their hands!
To make this earth, our hermitage,
A cheerful and a changeful page,
God's bright and intricate device
Of days and seasons doth suffice.
貴方のごつごつした荒野は、宵祭りの比類のない華やかさや
貴方の震えている木立ちの背後で
絵に描かれる寒々とした夜明けの光輪を歓迎しているではないか
吹き抜ける風
抜錨されたガリアン船団が走る
貴方の庭は、闇に覆われ、やがて再び光が差す
飛び跳ねる日光と共に
斜めに降る雨と共に
今、素晴らしい月が上ろうとしているではないか
空は深紅色を成し
一日の終わりが紅彩を傾けて行く
ほら星の群れが姿を見せる
そこいらの窪み干上がろうと濡れようと
春は美しい花と共に当たり前のように押し寄せる
朝、よく黙想する人は草地から飛び立つ雲雀に遭遇する
20:28 2016/01/13水曜日
(From Underwoods)
Robert Louis Stevenson
A naked house, a naked moor,
A shivering pool before the door,
A garden bare of flowers and fruit
And poplars at the garden foot;
Such is the place that I live in,
Bleak without and bare within.
荒れ果てた家、不毛の荒野
戸ロの前の震えている水溜まり
咲き乱れる花とその花実を欠いた庭
そして庭の隅っこのポプラの木々
これが僕が生きているところ
外は寒風が吹き荒び中はがらんとしている
Yet shall your ragged moor receive
The incomparable pomp of eve,
And the cold glories of the dawn
Behind your shivering trees be drawn;
And when the wind from place to place
Doth the unmoored cloud-galleons chase,
Your garden gloom and gleam again,
With leaping sun, with glancing rain.
Here shall the wizard moon ascend
The heavens, in the crimson end
Of day's declining splendour; here
The army of the stars appear.
The neighbour hollows dry or wet,
Spring shall with tender flowers beset;
And oft the morning muser see
Larks rising from the broomy lea,
And every fairy wheel and thread
Of cobweb dew-bediamonded.
When daisies go, shall winter time
Silver the simple grass with rime;
Autumnal frosts enchant the pool
And make the cart-ruts beautiful;
And when snow-bright the moor expands,
How shall your children clap their hands!
To make this earth, our hermitage,
A cheerful and a changeful page,
God's bright and intricate device
Of days and seasons doth suffice.
貴方のごつごつした荒野は、宵祭りの比類のない華やかさや
貴方の震えている木立ちの背後で
絵に描かれる寒々とした夜明けの光輪を歓迎しているではないか
吹き抜ける風
抜錨されたガリアン船団が走る
貴方の庭は、闇に覆われ、やがて再び光が差す
飛び跳ねる日光と共に
斜めに降る雨と共に
今、素晴らしい月が上ろうとしているではないか
空は深紅色を成し
一日の終わりが紅彩を傾けて行く
ほら星の群れが姿を見せる
そこいらの窪み干上がろうと濡れようと
春は美しい花と共に当たり前のように押し寄せる
朝、よく黙想する人は草地から飛び立つ雲雀に遭遇する
20:28 2016/01/13水曜日
2016年1月12日火曜日
The House Beautiful/Robert Louis Stevenson翻訳三日目
The House Beautiful
(From Underwoods)
Robert Louis Stevenson
A naked house, a naked moor,
A shivering pool before the door,
A garden bare of flowers and fruit
And poplars at the garden foot;
Such is the place that I live in,
Bleak without and bare within.
荒れ果てた家、不毛の荒野
戸ロの前の震えている水溜まり
咲き乱れる花とその花実を欠いた庭
そして庭の隅っこのポプラの木々
これが僕が生きているところ
外は寒風が吹き荒び中はがらんとしている
Yet shall your ragged moor receive
The incomparable pomp of eve,
And the cold glories of the dawn
Behind your shivering trees be drawn;
And when the wind from place to place
Doth the unmoored cloud-galleons chase,
Your garden gloom and gleam again,
With leaping sun, with glancing rain.
Here shall the wizard moon ascend
The heavens, in the crimson end
Of day's declining splendour; here
The army of the stars appear.
The neighbour hollows dry or wet,
Spring shall with tender flowers beset;
And oft the morning muser see
Larks rising from the broomy lea,
And every fairy wheel and thread
Of cobweb dew-bediamonded.
When daisies go, shall winter time
Silver the simple grass with rime;
Autumnal frosts enchant the pool
And make the cart-ruts beautiful;
And when snow-bright the moor expands,
How shall your children clap their hands!
To make this earth, our hermitage,
A cheerful and a changeful page,
God's bright and intricate device
Of days and seasons doth suffice.
貴方のごつごつした荒野は、
宵祭りの比類のない華やかさや、
貴方の震えている木立ちの背後で、
絵に描かれる寒々とした夜明の光輪を歓迎しているではないか
吹き抜ける風
抜錨されたガリアン船団が走る
貴方の庭は、闇に覆われ、やがて再び光が差す
飛び跳ねる日光と共に
斜めに降る雨と共に
今、素晴らしい月が上ろうとしているではないか
空は深紅色を成し
一日の終わりが紅彩を傾けて行く
ほら星の群れが姿を見せる
20:28 2016/01/12火曜日
(From Underwoods)
Robert Louis Stevenson
A naked house, a naked moor,
A shivering pool before the door,
A garden bare of flowers and fruit
And poplars at the garden foot;
Such is the place that I live in,
Bleak without and bare within.
荒れ果てた家、不毛の荒野
戸ロの前の震えている水溜まり
咲き乱れる花とその花実を欠いた庭
そして庭の隅っこのポプラの木々
これが僕が生きているところ
外は寒風が吹き荒び中はがらんとしている
Yet shall your ragged moor receive
The incomparable pomp of eve,
And the cold glories of the dawn
Behind your shivering trees be drawn;
And when the wind from place to place
Doth the unmoored cloud-galleons chase,
Your garden gloom and gleam again,
With leaping sun, with glancing rain.
Here shall the wizard moon ascend
The heavens, in the crimson end
Of day's declining splendour; here
The army of the stars appear.
The neighbour hollows dry or wet,
Spring shall with tender flowers beset;
And oft the morning muser see
Larks rising from the broomy lea,
And every fairy wheel and thread
Of cobweb dew-bediamonded.
When daisies go, shall winter time
Silver the simple grass with rime;
Autumnal frosts enchant the pool
And make the cart-ruts beautiful;
And when snow-bright the moor expands,
How shall your children clap their hands!
To make this earth, our hermitage,
A cheerful and a changeful page,
God's bright and intricate device
Of days and seasons doth suffice.
貴方のごつごつした荒野は、
宵祭りの比類のない華やかさや、
貴方の震えている木立ちの背後で、
絵に描かれる寒々とした夜明の光輪を歓迎しているではないか
吹き抜ける風
抜錨されたガリアン船団が走る
貴方の庭は、闇に覆われ、やがて再び光が差す
飛び跳ねる日光と共に
斜めに降る雨と共に
今、素晴らしい月が上ろうとしているではないか
空は深紅色を成し
一日の終わりが紅彩を傾けて行く
ほら星の群れが姿を見せる
20:28 2016/01/12火曜日
2016年1月11日月曜日
The House Beautiful/Robert Louis Stevenson翻訳ニ日目
The House Beautiful
(From Underwoods)
Robert Louis Stevenson
A naked house, a naked moor,
A shivering pool before the door,
A garden bare of flowers and fruit
And poplars at the garden foot;
Such is the place that I live in,
Bleak without and bare within.
荒れ果てた家、不毛の荒野
戸ロの前の震えている水溜まり
咲き乱れる花とその花実を欠いた庭
そして庭の隅っこのポプラの木々
これが僕が生きているところ
外は寒風が吹き荒び中はがらんとしている
Yet shall your ragged moor receive
The incomparable pomp of eve,
And the cold glories of the dawn
Behind your shivering trees be drawn;
And when the wind from place to place
Doth the unmoored cloud-galleons chase,
Your garden gloom and gleam again,
With leaping sun, with glancing rain.
Here shall the wizard moon ascend
The heavens, in the crimson end
Of day's declining splendour; here
The army of the stars appear.
The neighbour hollows dry or wet,
Spring shall with tender flowers beset;
And oft the morning muser see
Larks rising from the broomy lea,
And every fairy wheel and thread
Of cobweb dew-bediamonded.
When daisies go, shall winter time
Silver the simple grass with rime;
Autumnal frosts enchant the pool
And make the cart-ruts beautiful;
And when snow-bright the moor expands,
How shall your children clap their hands!
To make this earth, our hermitage,
A cheerful and a changeful page,
God's bright and intricate device
Of days and seasons doth suffice.
貴方のごつごつした荒野は、宵祭りの比類のない華やかさや、
貴方の震えている木立ちの背後で、絵に描かれる寒々とした夜明の光輪を歓迎するか
吹き抜ける風
抜錨されたガリアン船団が走る
貴方の庭は、闇に覆われ、やがて再び光が差す
飛び跳ねる日光と共
斜めに降る雨と共に
19:38 2016/01/11月曜日
(From Underwoods)
Robert Louis Stevenson
A naked house, a naked moor,
A shivering pool before the door,
A garden bare of flowers and fruit
And poplars at the garden foot;
Such is the place that I live in,
Bleak without and bare within.
荒れ果てた家、不毛の荒野
戸ロの前の震えている水溜まり
咲き乱れる花とその花実を欠いた庭
そして庭の隅っこのポプラの木々
これが僕が生きているところ
外は寒風が吹き荒び中はがらんとしている
Yet shall your ragged moor receive
The incomparable pomp of eve,
And the cold glories of the dawn
Behind your shivering trees be drawn;
And when the wind from place to place
Doth the unmoored cloud-galleons chase,
Your garden gloom and gleam again,
With leaping sun, with glancing rain.
Here shall the wizard moon ascend
The heavens, in the crimson end
Of day's declining splendour; here
The army of the stars appear.
The neighbour hollows dry or wet,
Spring shall with tender flowers beset;
And oft the morning muser see
Larks rising from the broomy lea,
And every fairy wheel and thread
Of cobweb dew-bediamonded.
When daisies go, shall winter time
Silver the simple grass with rime;
Autumnal frosts enchant the pool
And make the cart-ruts beautiful;
And when snow-bright the moor expands,
How shall your children clap their hands!
To make this earth, our hermitage,
A cheerful and a changeful page,
God's bright and intricate device
Of days and seasons doth suffice.
貴方のごつごつした荒野は、宵祭りの比類のない華やかさや、
貴方の震えている木立ちの背後で、絵に描かれる寒々とした夜明の光輪を歓迎するか
吹き抜ける風
抜錨されたガリアン船団が走る
貴方の庭は、闇に覆われ、やがて再び光が差す
飛び跳ねる日光と共
斜めに降る雨と共に
19:38 2016/01/11月曜日
2016年1月10日日曜日
The House Beautiful/Robert Louis Stevenson翻訳ニ日目
The House Beautiful
(From Underwoods)
Robert Louis Stevenson
A naked house, a naked moor,
A shivering pool before the door,
A garden bare of flowers and fruit
And poplars at the garden foot;
Such is the place that I live in,
Bleak without and bare within.
荒れ果てた家、不毛の荒野
戸ロの前の震えている水溜まり
咲き乱れる花とその花実を欠いた庭
そして庭の隅っこのポプラの木々
これが僕が生きているところ
外は寒風が吹き荒び中はがらんとしている
Yet shall your ragged moor receive
The incomparable pomp of eve,
And the cold glories of the dawn
Behind your shivering trees be drawn;
And when the wind from place to place
Doth the unmoored cloud-galleons chase,
Your garden gloom and gleam again,
With leaping sun, with glancing rain.
Here shall the wizard moon ascend
The heavens, in the crimson end
Of day's declining splendour; here
The army of the stars appear.
The neighbour hollows dry or wet,
Spring shall with tender flowers beset;
And oft the morning muser see
Larks rising from the broomy lea,
And every fairy wheel and thread
Of cobweb dew-bediamonded.
When daisies go, shall winter time
Silver the simple grass with rime;
Autumnal frosts enchant the pool
And make the cart-ruts beautiful;
And when snow-bright the moor expands,
How shall your children clap their hands!
To make this earth, our hermitage,
A cheerful and a changeful page,
God's bright and intricate device
Of days and seasons doth suffice.
貴方のごつごつした荒野は、
宵祭りの比類のない華やかさや、
貴方の震えている木立ちの背後で、
絵に描かれる寒々とした夜明の光輪を歓迎しているではないか
20:03 2016/01/10日曜日
(From Underwoods)
Robert Louis Stevenson
A naked house, a naked moor,
A shivering pool before the door,
A garden bare of flowers and fruit
And poplars at the garden foot;
Such is the place that I live in,
Bleak without and bare within.
荒れ果てた家、不毛の荒野
戸ロの前の震えている水溜まり
咲き乱れる花とその花実を欠いた庭
そして庭の隅っこのポプラの木々
これが僕が生きているところ
外は寒風が吹き荒び中はがらんとしている
Yet shall your ragged moor receive
The incomparable pomp of eve,
And the cold glories of the dawn
Behind your shivering trees be drawn;
And when the wind from place to place
Doth the unmoored cloud-galleons chase,
Your garden gloom and gleam again,
With leaping sun, with glancing rain.
Here shall the wizard moon ascend
The heavens, in the crimson end
Of day's declining splendour; here
The army of the stars appear.
The neighbour hollows dry or wet,
Spring shall with tender flowers beset;
And oft the morning muser see
Larks rising from the broomy lea,
And every fairy wheel and thread
Of cobweb dew-bediamonded.
When daisies go, shall winter time
Silver the simple grass with rime;
Autumnal frosts enchant the pool
And make the cart-ruts beautiful;
And when snow-bright the moor expands,
How shall your children clap their hands!
To make this earth, our hermitage,
A cheerful and a changeful page,
God's bright and intricate device
Of days and seasons doth suffice.
貴方のごつごつした荒野は、
宵祭りの比類のない華やかさや、
貴方の震えている木立ちの背後で、
絵に描かれる寒々とした夜明の光輪を歓迎しているではないか
20:03 2016/01/10日曜日
2016年1月9日土曜日
The House Beautiful1/Robert Louis Stevenson翻訳
The House Beautiful
(From Underwoods)
Robert Louis Stevenson
A naked house, a naked moor,
A shivering pool before the door,
A garden bare of flowers and fruit
And poplars at the garden foot;
Such is the place that I live in,
Bleak without and bare within.
荒れ果てた家、不毛の沼地
戸ロの前の震えている水溜り
咲き乱れる花とその花実を欠いた庭
そして庭の隅っこのポプラの木立ち
これが僕が生きているところ
外は寒風が吹き荒び中はがらんとしている
Yet shall your ragged moor receive
The incomparable pomp of eve,
And the cold glories of the dawn
Behind your shivering trees be drawn;
And when the wind from place to place
Doth the unmoored cloud-galleons chase,
Your garden gloom and gleam again,
With leaping sun, with glancing rain.
Here shall the wizard moon ascend
The heavens, in the crimson end
Of day's declining splendour; here
The army of the stars appear.
The neighbour hollows dry or wet,
Spring shall with tender flowers beset;
And oft the morning muser see
Larks rising from the broomy lea,
And every fairy wheel and thread
Of cobweb dew-bediamonded.
When daisies go, shall winter time
Silver the simple grass with rime;
Autumnal frosts enchant the pool
And make the cart-ruts beautiful;
And when snow-bright the moor expands,
How shall your children clap their hands!
To make this earth, our hermitage,
A cheerful and a changeful page,
God's bright and intricate device
Of days and seasons doth suffice.
21:55 2016/01/09土曜日
(From Underwoods)
Robert Louis Stevenson
A naked house, a naked moor,
A shivering pool before the door,
A garden bare of flowers and fruit
And poplars at the garden foot;
Such is the place that I live in,
Bleak without and bare within.
荒れ果てた家、不毛の沼地
戸ロの前の震えている水溜り
咲き乱れる花とその花実を欠いた庭
そして庭の隅っこのポプラの木立ち
これが僕が生きているところ
外は寒風が吹き荒び中はがらんとしている
Yet shall your ragged moor receive
The incomparable pomp of eve,
And the cold glories of the dawn
Behind your shivering trees be drawn;
And when the wind from place to place
Doth the unmoored cloud-galleons chase,
Your garden gloom and gleam again,
With leaping sun, with glancing rain.
Here shall the wizard moon ascend
The heavens, in the crimson end
Of day's declining splendour; here
The army of the stars appear.
The neighbour hollows dry or wet,
Spring shall with tender flowers beset;
And oft the morning muser see
Larks rising from the broomy lea,
And every fairy wheel and thread
Of cobweb dew-bediamonded.
When daisies go, shall winter time
Silver the simple grass with rime;
Autumnal frosts enchant the pool
And make the cart-ruts beautiful;
And when snow-bright the moor expands,
How shall your children clap their hands!
To make this earth, our hermitage,
A cheerful and a changeful page,
God's bright and intricate device
Of days and seasons doth suffice.
21:55 2016/01/09土曜日
2016年1月8日金曜日
"It Is the Season Now to Go"/Robert Louis Stevenson翻訳七日目
IV
"It Is the Season Now to Go"
(From Underwoods)
Robert Louis Stevenson
"It is the season now to go"
About the country high and low,
Among the lilacs hand in hand,
And two by two in fairy land.
"出かけるなら今、この季節だ"
国のあちこち高地も低地も
手に手を取ってライラックの花の間を
そうして二人ずつお伽の世界に
The brooding boy, the sighing maid,
Wholly fain and half afraid,
Now meet along the hazel'd brook
To pass and linger, pause and look.
あの考えこんでばかりいる若者、
あの嘆息ばかり吐いている娘、
専（もっぱ）ら熱心でありながら
半ば恐る恐る
ほら、はしばみ色の小川の畔（ほとり）で待ち合わせる
通り過ぎては躊躇い、立ち止まっては振り返る
A year ago, and blithely paired,
Their rough-and-tumble play they shared;
They kissed and quarrelled, laughed and cried,
A year ago at Eastertide.
一年前、浮き浮きして仲良くなった
彼らが共にした無鉄砲な行動
キスをしては喧嘩をし、笑っては泣いた
復活節の一年前
With bursting heart, with fiery face,
She strove against him in the race;
He unabashed her garter saw,
That now would touch her skirts with awe.
綻びそうな胸で、情熱的な顔で
彼女は、急流に身を置きながら、彼に抗した
彼は、物怖じしない彼女のガ―タ―に目をやった
それは、今にも、恐縮しつつ、彼女のスカ―トゥに触れようとしている
Now by the stile ablaze she stops,
And this demurer eyes he drops;
Now they exchange averted sighs
Or stand and marry silent eyes.
今度は、興奮した様子で、彼女は身をかわす
すると、彼は、この、より真剣な目をする
今、彼らは、逸らされた吐息を交わす
それどころか、変わる事もなく、静かな眼差しと結婚する
And he to her a hero is
And sweeter she than primroses;
Their common silence dearer far
Than nightingale and mavis are.
そうして、彼女にとって彼は英雄になる
つまり、桜草より彼女の方がずっと可愛らしい
彼らのよくある沈黙は、ナイティンゲイルや歌鶫（うたつぐみ）より遥かに、心がある
Now when they sever wedded hands,
Joy trembles in their bosom-strands,
And lovely laughter leaps and falls
Upon their lips in madrigals.
今、彼らが繋いだ手を離せば
喜びは、彼らの胸の岸で萎える
又、楽しそうな笑い声は、マドゥリガルを口ずさめば、
彼らの唇の上で飛び跳ね、やがて生気を失う
21:41 2016/01/08金曜日
"It Is the Season Now to Go"
(From Underwoods)
Robert Louis Stevenson
"It is the season now to go"
About the country high and low,
Among the lilacs hand in hand,
And two by two in fairy land.
"出かけるなら今、この季節だ"
国のあちこち高地も低地も
手に手を取ってライラックの花の間を
そうして二人ずつお伽の世界に
The brooding boy, the sighing maid,
Wholly fain and half afraid,
Now meet along the hazel'd brook
To pass and linger, pause and look.
あの考えこんでばかりいる若者、
あの嘆息ばかり吐いている娘、
専（もっぱ）ら熱心でありながら
半ば恐る恐る
ほら、はしばみ色の小川の畔（ほとり）で待ち合わせる
通り過ぎては躊躇い、立ち止まっては振り返る
A year ago, and blithely paired,
Their rough-and-tumble play they shared;
They kissed and quarrelled, laughed and cried,
A year ago at Eastertide.
一年前、浮き浮きして仲良くなった
彼らが共にした無鉄砲な行動
キスをしては喧嘩をし、笑っては泣いた
復活節の一年前
With bursting heart, with fiery face,
She strove against him in the race;
He unabashed her garter saw,
That now would touch her skirts with awe.
綻びそうな胸で、情熱的な顔で
彼女は、急流に身を置きながら、彼に抗した
彼は、物怖じしない彼女のガ―タ―に目をやった
それは、今にも、恐縮しつつ、彼女のスカ―トゥに触れようとしている
Now by the stile ablaze she stops,
And this demurer eyes he drops;
Now they exchange averted sighs
Or stand and marry silent eyes.
今度は、興奮した様子で、彼女は身をかわす
すると、彼は、この、より真剣な目をする
今、彼らは、逸らされた吐息を交わす
それどころか、変わる事もなく、静かな眼差しと結婚する
And he to her a hero is
And sweeter she than primroses;
Their common silence dearer far
Than nightingale and mavis are.
そうして、彼女にとって彼は英雄になる
つまり、桜草より彼女の方がずっと可愛らしい
彼らのよくある沈黙は、ナイティンゲイルや歌鶫（うたつぐみ）より遥かに、心がある
Now when they sever wedded hands,
Joy trembles in their bosom-strands,
And lovely laughter leaps and falls
Upon their lips in madrigals.
今、彼らが繋いだ手を離せば
喜びは、彼らの胸の岸で萎える
又、楽しそうな笑い声は、マドゥリガルを口ずさめば、
彼らの唇の上で飛び跳ね、やがて生気を失う
21:41 2016/01/08金曜日
2016年1月7日木曜日
"It Is the Season Now to Go"/Robert Louis Stevenson翻訳六日目
IV
"It Is the Season Now to Go"
(From Underwoods)
Robert Louis Stevenson
"It is the season now to go"
About the country high and low,
Among the lilacs hand in hand,
And two by two in fairy land.
"出かけるなら今、この季節だ"
国のあちこち高地も低地も
手に手を取ってライラックの花の間を
そうして二人ずつお伽の世界に
The brooding boy, the sighing maid,
Wholly fain and half afraid,
Now meet along the hazel'd brook
To pass and linger, pause and look.
あの考えこんでばかりいる若者、
あの嘆息ばかり吐いている娘、
専（もっぱ）ら熱心でありながら
半ば恐る恐る
ほら、はしばみ色の小川の畔（ほとり）で待ち合わせる
通り過ぎては躊躇い、立ち止まっては振り返る
A year ago, and blithely paired,
Their rough-and-tumble play they shared;
They kissed and quarrelled, laughed and cried,
A year ago at Eastertide.
一年前、浮き浮きして仲良くなった
彼らが共にした無鉄砲な行動
キスをしては喧嘩をし、笑っては泣いた
復活節の一年前
With bursting heart, with fiery face,
She strove against him in the race;
He unabashed her garter saw,
That now would touch her skirts with awe.
綻びそうな胸で、情熱的な顔で
彼女は、急流に身を置きながら、彼に抗した
彼は、物怖じしない彼女のガ―タ―に目をやった
それは、今にも、恐縮しつつ、彼女のスカ―トゥに触れようとしている
Now by the stile ablaze she stops,
And this demurer eyes he drops;
Now they exchange averted sighs
Or stand and marry silent eyes.
今度は、興奮した様子で、彼女は身をかわす
すると、彼は、この、より真剣な目をする
今、彼らは、逸らされた吐息を交わす
それどころか、変わる事もなく、静かな眼差しと結婚する
And he to her a hero is
And sweeter she than primroses;
Their common silence dearer far
Than nightingale and mavis are.
そうして、彼女にとって彼は英雄になる
つまり、桜草より彼女の方がずっと可愛らしい
彼らのよくある沈黙は、ナイティンゲイルや歌鶫（うたつぐみ）より遥かに、心がある
Now when they sever wedded hands,
Joy trembles in their bosom-strands,
And lovely laughter leaps and falls
Upon their lips in madrigals.
20:02 2016/01/07木曜日
"It Is the Season Now to Go"
(From Underwoods)
Robert Louis Stevenson
"It is the season now to go"
About the country high and low,
Among the lilacs hand in hand,
And two by two in fairy land.
"出かけるなら今、この季節だ"
国のあちこち高地も低地も
手に手を取ってライラックの花の間を
そうして二人ずつお伽の世界に
The brooding boy, the sighing maid,
Wholly fain and half afraid,
Now meet along the hazel'd brook
To pass and linger, pause and look.
あの考えこんでばかりいる若者、
あの嘆息ばかり吐いている娘、
専（もっぱ）ら熱心でありながら
半ば恐る恐る
ほら、はしばみ色の小川の畔（ほとり）で待ち合わせる
通り過ぎては躊躇い、立ち止まっては振り返る
A year ago, and blithely paired,
Their rough-and-tumble play they shared;
They kissed and quarrelled, laughed and cried,
A year ago at Eastertide.
一年前、浮き浮きして仲良くなった
彼らが共にした無鉄砲な行動
キスをしては喧嘩をし、笑っては泣いた
復活節の一年前
With bursting heart, with fiery face,
She strove against him in the race;
He unabashed her garter saw,
That now would touch her skirts with awe.
綻びそうな胸で、情熱的な顔で
彼女は、急流に身を置きながら、彼に抗した
彼は、物怖じしない彼女のガ―タ―に目をやった
それは、今にも、恐縮しつつ、彼女のスカ―トゥに触れようとしている
Now by the stile ablaze she stops,
And this demurer eyes he drops;
Now they exchange averted sighs
Or stand and marry silent eyes.
今度は、興奮した様子で、彼女は身をかわす
すると、彼は、この、より真剣な目をする
今、彼らは、逸らされた吐息を交わす
それどころか、変わる事もなく、静かな眼差しと結婚する
And he to her a hero is
And sweeter she than primroses;
Their common silence dearer far
Than nightingale and mavis are.
そうして、彼女にとって彼は英雄になる
つまり、桜草より彼女の方がずっと可愛らしい
彼らのよくある沈黙は、ナイティンゲイルや歌鶫（うたつぐみ）より遥かに、心がある
Now when they sever wedded hands,
Joy trembles in their bosom-strands,
And lovely laughter leaps and falls
Upon their lips in madrigals.
20:02 2016/01/07木曜日
2016年1月6日水曜日
"It Is the Season Now to Go"/Robert Louis Stevenson翻訳五日目
IV
"It Is the Season Now to Go"
(From Underwoods)
Robert Louis Stevenson
"It is the season now to go"
About the country high and low,
Among the lilacs hand in hand,
And two by two in fairy land.
"出かけるなら今、この季節だ"
国のあちこち高地も低地も
手に手を取ってライラックの花の間を
そうして二人ずつお伽の世界に
The brooding boy, the sighing maid,
Wholly fain and half afraid,
Now meet along the hazel'd brook
To pass and linger, pause and look.
あの考えこんでばかりいる若者、
あの嘆息ばかり吐いている娘、
専（もっぱ）ら熱心でありながら
半ば恐る恐る
ほら、はしばみ色の小川の畔（ほとり）で待ち合わせる
通り過ぎては躊躇い、立ち止まっては振り返る
A year ago, and blithely paired,
Their rough-and-tumble play they shared;
They kissed and quarrelled, laughed and cried,
A year ago at Eastertide.
一年前、浮き浮きして仲良くなった
彼らが共にした無鉄砲な行動
キスをしては喧嘩をし、笑っては泣いた
復活節の一年前
With bursting heart, with fiery face,
She strove against him in the race;
He unabashed her garter saw,
That now would touch her skirts with awe.
綻びそうな胸で、情熱的な顔で
彼女は、急流に身を置きながら、彼に抗した
彼は、物怖じしない彼女のガ―タ―に目をやった
それは、今にも、恐縮しつつ、彼女のスカ―トゥに触れようとしている
Now by the stile ablaze she stops,
And this demurer eyes he drops;
Now they exchange averted sighs
Or stand and marry silent eyes.
今度は、興奮した様子で、彼女は身をかわす
すると、彼は、この、より真剣な目をする
今、彼らは、逸らされた吐息を交わす
それどころか、変わる事もなく、静かな眼差しと結婚する
And he to her a her is
And sweeter she than primroses;
Their common silence dearer far
Than nightingale and mavis are.
Now when they sever wedded hands,
Joy trembles in their bosom-strands,
And lovely laughter leaps and falls
Upon their lips in madrigals.
20:46 2016/01/06水曜日
"It Is the Season Now to Go"
(From Underwoods)
Robert Louis Stevenson
"It is the season now to go"
About the country high and low,
Among the lilacs hand in hand,
And two by two in fairy land.
"出かけるなら今、この季節だ"
国のあちこち高地も低地も
手に手を取ってライラックの花の間を
そうして二人ずつお伽の世界に
The brooding boy, the sighing maid,
Wholly fain and half afraid,
Now meet along the hazel'd brook
To pass and linger, pause and look.
あの考えこんでばかりいる若者、
あの嘆息ばかり吐いている娘、
専（もっぱ）ら熱心でありながら
半ば恐る恐る
ほら、はしばみ色の小川の畔（ほとり）で待ち合わせる
通り過ぎては躊躇い、立ち止まっては振り返る
A year ago, and blithely paired,
Their rough-and-tumble play they shared;
They kissed and quarrelled, laughed and cried,
A year ago at Eastertide.
一年前、浮き浮きして仲良くなった
彼らが共にした無鉄砲な行動
キスをしては喧嘩をし、笑っては泣いた
復活節の一年前
With bursting heart, with fiery face,
She strove against him in the race;
He unabashed her garter saw,
That now would touch her skirts with awe.
綻びそうな胸で、情熱的な顔で
彼女は、急流に身を置きながら、彼に抗した
彼は、物怖じしない彼女のガ―タ―に目をやった
それは、今にも、恐縮しつつ、彼女のスカ―トゥに触れようとしている
Now by the stile ablaze she stops,
And this demurer eyes he drops;
Now they exchange averted sighs
Or stand and marry silent eyes.
今度は、興奮した様子で、彼女は身をかわす
すると、彼は、この、より真剣な目をする
今、彼らは、逸らされた吐息を交わす
それどころか、変わる事もなく、静かな眼差しと結婚する
And he to her a her is
And sweeter she than primroses;
Their common silence dearer far
Than nightingale and mavis are.
Now when they sever wedded hands,
Joy trembles in their bosom-strands,
And lovely laughter leaps and falls
Upon their lips in madrigals.
20:46 2016/01/06水曜日
2016年1月5日火曜日
"It Is the Season Now to Go"/Robert Louis Stevenson翻訳四日目
IV
"It Is the Season Now to Go"
(From Underwoods)
Robert Louis Stevenson
"It is the season now to go"
About the country high and low,
Among the lilacs hand in hand,
And two by two in fairy land.
"出かけるなら今、この季節だ"
国のあちこち高地も低地も
手に手を取ってライラックの花の間を
そうして二人ずつお伽の世界に
The brooding boy, the sighing maid,
Wholly fain and half afraid,
Now meet along the hazel'd brook
To pass and linger, pause and look.
あの考えこんでばかりいる若者、
あの嘆息ばかり吐いている娘、
専（もっぱ）ら熱心でありながら
半ば恐る恐る
ほら、はしばみ色の小川の畔（ほとり）で待ち合わせる
通り過ぎては躊躇い、立ち止まっては振り返る
A year ago, and blithely paired,
Their rough-and-tumble play they shared;
They kissed and quarrelled, laughed and cried,
A year ago at Eastertide.
一年前、浮き浮きして仲良くなった
彼らが共にした無鉄砲な行動
キスをしては喧嘩をし、笑っては泣いた
復活節の一年前
With bursting heart, with fiery face,
She strove against him in the race;
He unabashed her garter saw,
That now would touch her skirts with awe.
綻びそうな胸で、情熱的な顔で
彼女は、急流に身を置きながら、彼に抗した
彼は、物怖じしない彼女のガ―タ―に目をやった
それは、今にも、恐縮しつつ、彼女のスカ―トゥに触れようとしている
Now by the stile ablaze she stops,
And this demurer eyes he drops;
Now they exchange averted sighs
Or stand and marry silent eyes.
And he to her a her is
And sweeter she than primroses;
Their common silence dearer far
Than nightingale and mavis are.
Now when they sever wedded hands,
Joy trembles in their bosom-strands,
And lovely laughter leaps and falls
Upon their lips in madrigals.
20:46 2016/01/05火曜日
"It Is the Season Now to Go"
(From Underwoods)
Robert Louis Stevenson
"It is the season now to go"
About the country high and low,
Among the lilacs hand in hand,
And two by two in fairy land.
"出かけるなら今、この季節だ"
国のあちこち高地も低地も
手に手を取ってライラックの花の間を
そうして二人ずつお伽の世界に
The brooding boy, the sighing maid,
Wholly fain and half afraid,
Now meet along the hazel'd brook
To pass and linger, pause and look.
あの考えこんでばかりいる若者、
あの嘆息ばかり吐いている娘、
専（もっぱ）ら熱心でありながら
半ば恐る恐る
ほら、はしばみ色の小川の畔（ほとり）で待ち合わせる
通り過ぎては躊躇い、立ち止まっては振り返る
A year ago, and blithely paired,
Their rough-and-tumble play they shared;
They kissed and quarrelled, laughed and cried,
A year ago at Eastertide.
一年前、浮き浮きして仲良くなった
彼らが共にした無鉄砲な行動
キスをしては喧嘩をし、笑っては泣いた
復活節の一年前
With bursting heart, with fiery face,
She strove against him in the race;
He unabashed her garter saw,
That now would touch her skirts with awe.
綻びそうな胸で、情熱的な顔で
彼女は、急流に身を置きながら、彼に抗した
彼は、物怖じしない彼女のガ―タ―に目をやった
それは、今にも、恐縮しつつ、彼女のスカ―トゥに触れようとしている
Now by the stile ablaze she stops,
And this demurer eyes he drops;
Now they exchange averted sighs
Or stand and marry silent eyes.
And he to her a her is
And sweeter she than primroses;
Their common silence dearer far
Than nightingale and mavis are.
Now when they sever wedded hands,
Joy trembles in their bosom-strands,
And lovely laughter leaps and falls
Upon their lips in madrigals.
20:46 2016/01/05火曜日
2016年1月4日月曜日
"It Is the Season Now to Go"/Robert Louis Stevenson翻訳三日目
IV
"It Is the Season Now to Go"
(From Underwoods)
Robert Louis Stevenson
"It is the season now to go"
About the country high and low,
Among the lilacs hand in hand,
And two by two in fairy land.
"出かけるなら今、この季節だ"
国のあちこち高地も低地も
手に手を取ってライラックの花の間を
そうして二人ずつお伽の世界に
The brooding boy, the sighing maid,
Wholly fain and half afraid,
Now meet along the hazel'd brook
To pass and linger, pause and look.
あの考えこんでばかりいる若者、
あの嘆息ばかり吐いている娘、
専（もっぱ）ら熱心でありながら
半ば恐る恐る
ほら、はしばみ色の小川の畔（ほとり）で待ち合わせる
通り過ぎては躊躇い、立ち止まっては振り返る
A year ago, and blithely paired,
Their rough-and-tumble play they shared;
They kissed and quarrelled, laughed and cried,
A year ago at Eastertide.
一年前、浮き浮きして仲良くなった
彼らが共にした無鉄砲な行動
キスをしては喧嘩をし、笑っては泣いた
復活節の一年前
With bursting heart, with fiery face,
She strove against him in the race;
He unabashed her garter saw,
That now would touch her skirts with awe.
Now by the stile ablaze she stops,
And this demurer eyes he drops;
Now they exchange averted sighs
Or stand and marry silent eyes.
And he to her a her is
And sweeter she than primroses;
Their common silence dearer far
Than nightingale and mavis are.
Now when they sever wedded hands,
Joy trembles in their bosom-strands,
And lovely laughter leaps and falls
Upon their lips in madrigals.
20:28 2016/01/04月曜日
"It Is the Season Now to Go"
(From Underwoods)
Robert Louis Stevenson
"It is the season now to go"
About the country high and low,
Among the lilacs hand in hand,
And two by two in fairy land.
"出かけるなら今、この季節だ"
国のあちこち高地も低地も
手に手を取ってライラックの花の間を
そうして二人ずつお伽の世界に
The brooding boy, the sighing maid,
Wholly fain and half afraid,
Now meet along the hazel'd brook
To pass and linger, pause and look.
あの考えこんでばかりいる若者、
あの嘆息ばかり吐いている娘、
専（もっぱ）ら熱心でありながら
半ば恐る恐る
ほら、はしばみ色の小川の畔（ほとり）で待ち合わせる
通り過ぎては躊躇い、立ち止まっては振り返る
A year ago, and blithely paired,
Their rough-and-tumble play they shared;
They kissed and quarrelled, laughed and cried,
A year ago at Eastertide.
一年前、浮き浮きして仲良くなった
彼らが共にした無鉄砲な行動
キスをしては喧嘩をし、笑っては泣いた
復活節の一年前
With bursting heart, with fiery face,
She strove against him in the race;
He unabashed her garter saw,
That now would touch her skirts with awe.
Now by the stile ablaze she stops,
And this demurer eyes he drops;
Now they exchange averted sighs
Or stand and marry silent eyes.
And he to her a her is
And sweeter she than primroses;
Their common silence dearer far
Than nightingale and mavis are.
Now when they sever wedded hands,
Joy trembles in their bosom-strands,
And lovely laughter leaps and falls
Upon their lips in madrigals.
20:28 2016/01/04月曜日
2016年1月3日日曜日
"It Is the Season Now to Go"/Robert Louis Stevenson翻訳二日目
IV
"It Is the Season Now to Go"
(From Underwoods)
Robert Louis Stevenson
"It is the season now to go"
About the country high and low,
Among the lilacs hand in hand,
And two by two in fairy land.
"出かけるなら今、この季節だ"
国のあちこち高地も低地も
手に手を取ってライラックの花の間を
そうして二人ずつお伽の世界に
The brooding boy, the sighing maid,
Wholly fain and half afraid,
Now meet along the hazel'd brook
To pass and linger, pause and look.
あの考えこんでばかりいる若者、
あの嘆息ばかり吐いている娘、
専（もっぱ）ら熱心でありながら
半ば恐る恐る
ほら、はしばみ色の小川の畔（ほとり）で待ち合わせる
通り過ぎては躊躇い、立ち止まっては振り返る
A year ago, and blithely paired,
Their rough-and-tumble play they shared;
They kissed and quarrelled, laughed and cried,
A year ago at Eastertide.
With bursting heart, with fiery face,
She strove against him in the race;
He unabashed her garter saw,
That now would touch her skirts with awe.
Now by the stile ablaze she stops,
And this demurer eyes he drops;
Now they exchange averted sighs
Or stand and marry silent eyes.
And he to her a her is
And sweeter she than primroses;
Their common silence dearer far
Than nightingale and mavis are.
Now when they sever wedded hands,
Joy trembles in their bosom-strands,
And lovely laughter leaps and falls
Upon their lips in madrigals.
20:28 2016/01/03日曜日
"It Is the Season Now to Go"
(From Underwoods)
Robert Louis Stevenson
"It is the season now to go"
About the country high and low,
Among the lilacs hand in hand,
And two by two in fairy land.
"出かけるなら今、この季節だ"
国のあちこち高地も低地も
手に手を取ってライラックの花の間を
そうして二人ずつお伽の世界に
The brooding boy, the sighing maid,
Wholly fain and half afraid,
Now meet along the hazel'd brook
To pass and linger, pause and look.
あの考えこんでばかりいる若者、
あの嘆息ばかり吐いている娘、
専（もっぱ）ら熱心でありながら
半ば恐る恐る
ほら、はしばみ色の小川の畔（ほとり）で待ち合わせる
通り過ぎては躊躇い、立ち止まっては振り返る
A year ago, and blithely paired,
Their rough-and-tumble play they shared;
They kissed and quarrelled, laughed and cried,
A year ago at Eastertide.
With bursting heart, with fiery face,
She strove against him in the race;
He unabashed her garter saw,
That now would touch her skirts with awe.
Now by the stile ablaze she stops,
And this demurer eyes he drops;
Now they exchange averted sighs
Or stand and marry silent eyes.
And he to her a her is
And sweeter she than primroses;
Their common silence dearer far
Than nightingale and mavis are.
Now when they sever wedded hands,
Joy trembles in their bosom-strands,
And lovely laughter leaps and falls
Upon their lips in madrigals.
20:28 2016/01/03日曜日
2016年1月2日土曜日
"It Is the Season Now to Go"/Robert Louis Stevenson翻訳一日目
IV
"It Is the Season Now to Go"
(From Underwoods)
Robert Louis Stevenson
"It is the season now to go"
About the country high and low,
Among the lilacs hand in hand,
And two by two in fairy land.
"出かけるなら今、この季節だ"
国のあちこち高地も低地も
手に手を取ってライラックの花の間を
二人ずつお伽の世界に
The brooding boy, the sighing maid,
Wholly fain and half afraid,
Now meet along the hazel'd brook
To pass and linger, pause and look.
A year ago, and blithely paired,
Their rough-and-tumble play they shared;
They kissed and quarrelled, laughed and cried,
A year ago at Eastertide.
With bursting heart, with fiery face,
She strove against him in the race;
He unabashed her garter saw,
That now would touch her skirts with awe.
Now by the stile ablaze she stops,
And this demurer eyes he drops;
Now they exchange averted sighs
Or stand and marry silent eyes.
And he to her a her is
And sweeter she than primroses;
Their common silence dearer far
Than nightingale and mavis are.
Now when they sever wedded hands,
Joy trembles in their bosom-strands,
And lovely laughter leaps and falls
Upon their lips in madrigals.
21:21 2016/01/02土曜日
"It Is the Season Now to Go"
(From Underwoods)
Robert Louis Stevenson
"It is the season now to go"
About the country high and low,
Among the lilacs hand in hand,
And two by two in fairy land.
"出かけるなら今、この季節だ"
国のあちこち高地も低地も
手に手を取ってライラックの花の間を
二人ずつお伽の世界に
The brooding boy, the sighing maid,
Wholly fain and half afraid,
Now meet along the hazel'd brook
To pass and linger, pause and look.
A year ago, and blithely paired,
Their rough-and-tumble play they shared;
They kissed and quarrelled, laughed and cried,
A year ago at Eastertide.
With bursting heart, with fiery face,
She strove against him in the race;
He unabashed her garter saw,
That now would touch her skirts with awe.
Now by the stile ablaze she stops,
And this demurer eyes he drops;
Now they exchange averted sighs
Or stand and marry silent eyes.
And he to her a her is
And sweeter she than primroses;
Their common silence dearer far
Than nightingale and mavis are.
Now when they sever wedded hands,
Joy trembles in their bosom-strands,
And lovely laughter leaps and falls
Upon their lips in madrigals.
21:21 2016/01/02土曜日
2016年1月1日金曜日
The Canoe Speaks/Robert Louis Stevenson翻訳五日目
Book I. In EnglishⅢ
The Canoe Speaks(From Underwoods)
Robert Louis Stevenson
On the great streams the ships may go
About men's business to and fro.
But I, the egg-shell pinnace, sleep
On crystal waters ankle-deep:
I, whose diminutive design,
Of sweeter cedar, pithier pine,
Is fashioned on so frail a mould,
A hand may launch, a hand withhold:
I, rather, with the leaping trout
Wind, among lilies, in and out;
I, the unnamed, inviolate,
Green, rustic rivers, navigate;
My dripping paddle scarcely shakes
The berry in the bramble-brakes;
Still forth on my green way I wend
Beside the cottage garden-end;
And by the nested angler fare,
And take the lovers unaware.
By willow wood and water-wheel
Speedily fleets my touching keel;
By all retired and shady spots
Where prosper dim forget-me-nots;
By meadows where at afternoon
The growing maidens troop in June
To loose their girdles on the grass.
Ah! speedier than before the glass
The backward toilet goes; and swift
As swallows quiver, robe and shift,
And the rough country stockings lie
Around each young divinity
When, following the recondite brook,
Sudden upon this scene I look.
And light with nfamiliar face
On chaste Diana's bathing-place,
Loud ring the hills about and all
The shallows are abandoned.
大河の水面（みなも）、船は、
あちこちで、男達の商売に資する
だが僕は、卵の殻小縦帆船、水晶のように透き通った水の上、踝（くるぶし）奥深く眠る
僕、芳（かぐわ）しい西洋杉、髄の多い松からなる拙設計は、常に脆い鋳型の上に作り上げられる
ー方は、おそらく進水し、ー方は留まるだろう
僕は、寧ろ、飛び跳ねる鱒と共に
百合の中に出入りして、風を通す
僕は、名もない、汚れを知らぬ、青い田舎の川を航行する
僕のびしょ濡れの櫂を辛うじて振り動かす
木苺の茂みに潜む小果実
更に先へと、僕なりの青い途上、
田舎家の庭先に沿って
又、巣食った釣師の食物の傍を
僕は進む
恋人達の不意を襲う
僕の今にも触れそうな船は、柳の木や水車の側を、素早く通過する
目に付かない、日陰に、
そこいら中に、くすんだ忘れな草は咲き乱れる
草地にて、その午後
草の上、ガ―ドゥルを失くしたい
六月の育ち盛りの娘達
ああ！鏡の前より速い
振り向きながらの化粧がよく合う
燕のように速く、震え、装い、移動する
そして、ざらざらの田舎のストッキングが、めいめいの若い神の周りに散乱している
それから、見も知らぬ小川を辿っている内に、突然こんな風景が、目に飛び込む
やがて、簡素なディアナの海水浴場の不案内な顔立ちに灯りが点る
浅瀬は、顧みられない
23:45 2015/1/01金曜日
The Canoe Speaks(From Underwoods)
Robert Louis Stevenson
On the great streams the ships may go
About men's business to and fro.
But I, the egg-shell pinnace, sleep
On crystal waters ankle-deep:
I, whose diminutive design,
Of sweeter cedar, pithier pine,
Is fashioned on so frail a mould,
A hand may launch, a hand withhold:
I, rather, with the leaping trout
Wind, among lilies, in and out;
I, the unnamed, inviolate,
Green, rustic rivers, navigate;
My dripping paddle scarcely shakes
The berry in the bramble-brakes;
Still forth on my green way I wend
Beside the cottage garden-end;
And by the nested angler fare,
And take the lovers unaware.
By willow wood and water-wheel
Speedily fleets my touching keel;
By all retired and shady spots
Where prosper dim forget-me-nots;
By meadows where at afternoon
The growing maidens troop in June
To loose their girdles on the grass.
Ah! speedier than before the glass
The backward toilet goes; and swift
As swallows quiver, robe and shift,
And the rough country stockings lie
Around each young divinity
When, following the recondite brook,
Sudden upon this scene I look.
And light with nfamiliar face
On chaste Diana's bathing-place,
Loud ring the hills about and all
The shallows are abandoned.
大河の水面（みなも）、船は、
あちこちで、男達の商売に資する
だが僕は、卵の殻小縦帆船、水晶のように透き通った水の上、踝（くるぶし）奥深く眠る
僕、芳（かぐわ）しい西洋杉、髄の多い松からなる拙設計は、常に脆い鋳型の上に作り上げられる
ー方は、おそらく進水し、ー方は留まるだろう
僕は、寧ろ、飛び跳ねる鱒と共に
百合の中に出入りして、風を通す
僕は、名もない、汚れを知らぬ、青い田舎の川を航行する
僕のびしょ濡れの櫂を辛うじて振り動かす
木苺の茂みに潜む小果実
更に先へと、僕なりの青い途上、
田舎家の庭先に沿って
又、巣食った釣師の食物の傍を
僕は進む
恋人達の不意を襲う
僕の今にも触れそうな船は、柳の木や水車の側を、素早く通過する
目に付かない、日陰に、
そこいら中に、くすんだ忘れな草は咲き乱れる
草地にて、その午後
草の上、ガ―ドゥルを失くしたい
六月の育ち盛りの娘達
ああ！鏡の前より速い
振り向きながらの化粧がよく合う
燕のように速く、震え、装い、移動する
そして、ざらざらの田舎のストッキングが、めいめいの若い神の周りに散乱している
それから、見も知らぬ小川を辿っている内に、突然こんな風景が、目に飛び込む
やがて、簡素なディアナの海水浴場の不案内な顔立ちに灯りが点る
浅瀬は、顧みられない
23:45 2015/1/01金曜日
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