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秋夜

Autumn Night

鲁迅

Lu Xun

（杨宪益、戴乃迭译）

在我的后园，可以看见墙外有两株树，一株是枣树，还有一株也是枣树。

Behind the wall of my backyard you can see two trees: one is a date tree, the other is also a date tree.

这上面的夜的天空，奇怪而高，

The night sky above them is strange and high.

我生平没有见过这样奇怪而高的天空。

I have never seen such a strange, high sky.

他仿佛要离开人间而去，使人们仰面不再看见。

It seems to want to leave this world of men, so that when folk look up they won’t be able to see it.

然而现在却非常之蓝，闪闪地睒着几十个星星的眼，冷眼。

For the moment, though, it is singularly blue; and its scores of starry eyes are blinking coldly.

他的口角上现出微笑，似乎自以为大有深意，而将繁霜洒在我的园里的野花草上。

A faint smile plays round its lips, a smile which it seems to think highly significant; and it dusts the wild plants in my courtyard with heavy frost.

我不知道那些花草真叫什么名字，人们叫他们什么名字。

I have no idea what these plants are called, what names they are commonly known by.

我记得有一种开过极细小的粉红花，现在还开着，但是更极细小了，

One of them, I remember, has minute pink flowers, and its flowers are still lingering on, although more minute than ever.

她在冷的夜气中，瑟缩地做梦，梦见春的到来，梦见秋的到来，梦见瘦的诗人将眼泪擦在她最末的花瓣上，告诉她秋虽然来，冬虽然来，

Shivering in the cold night air they dream of the coming of spring, of the coming of autumn, of the lean poet wiping his tears upon their last petals, who tells them autumn will come and winter will come,

而此后接着还是春，胡蝶乱飞，蜜蜂都唱起春词来了。

yet spring will follow when butterflies flit to and fro, and all the bees start humming songs of spring.

她于是一笑，虽然颜色冻得红惨惨地，仍然瑟缩着。

Then the little pink flowers smile, though they have turned a mournful crimson with cold and are shivering still.

枣树，他们简直落尽了叶子。

As for the date trees, they have lost absolutely all their leaves.

先前，还有一两个孩子来打他们，别人打剩的枣子，

Before, one or two boys still came to beat down the dates other people had missed.

现在是一个也不剩了，连叶子也落尽了。

But now not one date is left, and the trees have lost all their leaves as well.

他知道小粉红花的梦，秋后要有春；他也知道落叶的梦，春后还是秋。

They know the little pink flowers’ dream of spring after autumn; and they know the dream of the fallen leaves of autumn after spring.

他简直落尽叶子，单剩干子，然而脱了当初满树是果实和叶子时候的弧形，欠伸得很舒服。

They may have lost all their leaves and have only their branches left; but these, no longer weighed down with fruit and foliage, are stretching themselves luxuriously.

但是，有几枝还低亚着，护定他从打枣的竿梢所得的皮伤，而最直最长的几枝，却已默默地铁似的直刺着奇怪而高的天空，使天空闪闪地鬼眨眼；

A few boughs, though, are still drooping, nursing the wounds made in their bark by the sticks which beat down the dates; while, rigid as iron, the straightest and longest boughs silently pierce the strange, high sky, making it blink in dismay.

直刺着天空中圆满的月亮，使月亮窘得发白。

They pierce even the full moon in the sky, making it pale and ill at ease.

鬼睒眼的天空越加非常之蓝，不安了，仿佛想离去人间，避开枣树，只将月亮剩下。

Blinking in dismay, the sky becomes bluer and bluer, more and more uneasy, as if eager to escape from the world of men and avoid the date trees, leaving the moon behind.

然而月亮也暗暗地躲到东边去了。

But the moon, too, is hiding itself in the east;

而一无所有的干子，却仍然默默地铁似的直刺着奇怪而高的天空，一意要制他的死命，不管他各式各样地睒着许多蛊惑的眼睛。

while, silent still and as rigid as iron, the bare boughs pierce the strange, high sky, resolved to inflict on it a mortal wound, no matter in how many ways it winks all its bewitching eyes.

哇的一声，夜游的恶鸟飞过了。

With a shriek, a fierce night-bird passes.

我忽而听到夜半的笑声，

All of a sudden, I hear midnight laughter.

吃吃地，似乎不愿意惊动睡着的人，然而四围的空气都应和着笑。

The sound is muffled, as if not to wake those who sleep; yet all around the air resounds to this laughter.

夜半，没有别的人，

Midnight, and no one else is by.

我即刻听出这声音就在我嘴里，我也即刻被这笑声所驱逐，回进自己的房。

At once I realize it is I who am laughing, and at once I am driven by this laughter back to my room.

灯火的带子也即刻被我旋高了。

At once I turn up the wick of my paraffin lamp.

后窗的玻璃上丁丁地响，还有许多小飞虫乱撞。

A pit-a-pat sounds from the glass of the back window, where swarms of insects are recklessly dashing themselves against the pane.

不多久，几个进来了，许是从窗纸的破孔进来的。

Presently some get in, no doubt through a hole in the window paper.

他们一进来，又在玻璃的灯罩上撞得丁丁地响。

Once in, they set up another pit-a-pat by dashing themselves against the chimney of the lamp.

一个从上面撞进去了，他于是遇到火，而且我以为这火是真的。

One hurls itself into the chimney from the top, falling into the flame, and I fancy the flame is real.

两三个却休息在灯的纸罩上喘气。

On the paper shade two or three others rest, panting.

那罩是昨晚新换的罩，

The shade is a new one since last night.

雪白的纸，折出波浪纹的叠痕，一角还画出一枝猩红色的栀子。

Its snow white paper is pleated in wave-like folds, and painted in one corner is a spray of blood-red gardenias.

猩红的栀子开花时，枣树又要做小粉红花的梦，青葱地弯成弧形了……我又听到夜半的笑声；

When the blood-red gardenias blossom, the date trees, weighed down with bright foliage, will dream once more the dream of the little pink flowers and I shall hear the midnight laughter again.

我赶紧砍断我的心绪，看那老在白纸罩上的小青虫，头大尾小，

I hastily break off this train of thought to look at the small green insects still on the paper.

向日葵子似的，只有半粒小麦那么大，遍身的颜色苍翠得可爱，可怜。

Like sunflower seeds with their large heads and small tails, they are only half the size of a grain of wheat, the whole of them an adorable, pathetic green.

我打一个呵欠，点起一支纸烟，喷出烟来，对着灯默默地敬奠这些苍翠精致的英雄们。

I yawn, light a cigarette, and puff out the smoke, paying silent homage before the lamp to these green and exquisite heroes.

一九二四年九月十五日。

September 15, 1924.

译文二：

秋夜

Autumn Night

鲁迅

Lu Xun

（Ng Mau-sang 译）

在我的后园，可以看见墙外有两株树，

Through the window I can see two trees in my backyard.

一株是枣树，还有一株也是枣树。

The one is a date tree, the other is also a date tree.

这上面的夜的天空，奇怪而高，

The night sky above is a strange and distant.

我生平没有见过这样奇怪而高的天空。

Never in my life have I seen such a strange and distant sky.

他仿佛要离开人间而去，使人们仰面不再看见。

He seems intent on forsaking the world and staying out of people’s sight.

然而现在却非常之蓝，闪闪地睒着几十个星星的眼，冷眼。

But now he is winking—with eyes of a few dozen stars, utterly blue, and cold.

他的口角上现出微笑，似乎自以为大有深意，而将繁霜洒在我的园里的野花草上。

A smile hovers around his mouth, seeming to him to be very profound, and thereupon he begins to spread frost on the wild flowers and wild grass in my courtyard.

我不知道那些花草真叫什么名字，人们叫他们什么名字。

I do not know the names of these flowers and grasses, or what people call them.

我记得有一种开过极细小的粉红花，现在还开着，但是更极细小了，她在冷的夜气中，瑟缩地做梦，

I remember a plant that put forth a tiny flower—the flower is still in bloom, but she is even tiner, trembling in the cold, dreaming.

梦见春的到来，梦见秋的到来，梦见瘦的诗人将眼泪擦在她最末的花瓣上，告诉她秋虽然来，冬虽然来，而此后接着还是春，胡蝶乱飞，蜜蜂都唱起春词来了。

She dreams of the coming of spring, of autumn, of a skinny poet wiping his tears on her last petal, telling her that autumn may come, winter may come, but eventually spring will come, when butterflies will fly gaily about, and the bees will sing their spring song.

她于是一笑，虽然颜色冻得红惨惨地，仍然瑟缩着。

Thereupon she smiles, although she has turned red in the piercing cold and remains curled up.

枣树，他们简直落尽了叶子。

The date trees have shed all their leaves.

先前，还有一两个孩子来打他们，别人打剩的枣子，

Some time ago, a boy or two still came to beat them for the dates that others had left behind.

现在是一个也不剩了，连叶子也落尽了。

Now, not a single one is left; even the leaves have all fallen.

他知道小粉红花的梦，秋后要有春；他也知道落叶的梦，春后还是秋。

The date tree understands the dream of the tiny pink flower, that after autumn spring will come; he also knows the dream of the fallen leaves, that after spring there is still autumn.

他简直落尽叶子，单剩干子，然而脱了当初满树是果实和叶子时候的弧形，欠伸得很舒服。

He has shed all his foliage, leaving only the trunk; he is relieved from bending under his load of leaves and fruit, and now enjoys stretching himself.

但是，有几枝还低亚着，护定他从打枣的竿梢所得的皮伤，而最直最长的几枝，却已默默地铁似的直刺着奇怪而高的天空，使天空闪闪地鬼眨眼；

But a few boughs are still hanging down, nursing the wounds caused by the poles that struck him for his dates, while the longest and straightest of his boughs are like iron, silently piercing the strange and distant sky, making him wink his wicked eyes;

直刺着天空中圆满的月亮，使月亮窘得发白。

piercing the full moon in the sky, making her go pale with embarrassment.

鬼睒眼的天空越加非常之蓝，不安了，

The wickedly winking sky turns an even deeper, perturbed blue.

仿佛想离去人间，避开枣树，只将月亮剩下。

He seems intent on escaping from men, on avoiding the date tree, leaving only the moon behind.

然而月亮也暗暗地躲到东边去了。

But the moon has secretly hid herself in the east.

而一无所有的干子，却仍然默默地铁似的直刺着奇怪而高的天空，一意要制他的死命，不管他各式各样地睒着许多蛊惑的眼睛。

Only the naked trunk is still like iron, silently piercing the strange and distant sky, determined to pierce it to death, regardless of how and how often he winks his seductive eyes.

哇的一声，夜游的恶鸟飞过了。

With a sharp shriek, a vicious bird of the night flies past.

我忽而听到夜半的笑声，吃吃地，似乎不愿意惊动睡着的人，然而四围的空气都应和着笑。

I suddenly hear a slight tittering in the middle of the night, so soft that it seems not to want to awaken those who are asleep, though the titter echoes across the surroundings air.

夜半，没有别的人，

In the dead of night, there is no one about.

我即刻听出这声音就在我嘴里，

I instantly recognize that this laughter is coming from my own mouth.

我也即刻被这笑声所驱逐，回进自己的房。灯火的带子也即刻被我旋高了。

Put to flight by the sound, I go back into my room and immediately raise the wick of my lamp.

后窗的玻璃上丁丁地响，还有许多小飞虫乱撞。

The glass pane of the back window rattles; many insects are still blindly battering against it.

不多久，几个进来了，许是从窗纸的破孔进来的。

Shortly afterward, a few squeeze in, probably through the holes in the paper covering.

他们一进来，又在玻璃的灯罩上撞得丁丁地响。

Once inside, they knock against the glass lampshade, making yet more rattling sounds.

一个从上面撞进去了，他于是遇到火，而且我以为这火是真的。

One plunges in from above, and runs into the flame. It is a real flame, I think.

两三个却休息在灯的纸罩上喘气。

But two or three rest panting on the paper lampshade.

那罩是昨晚新换的罩，雪白的纸，折出波浪纹的叠痕，一角还画出一枝猩红色的栀子。

The lampshade was replaced only last night, its snow-white paper folded in a wavelike pattern, with a sprig of scarlet jasmine painted in one corner.

猩红的栀子开花时，枣树又要做小粉红花的梦，青葱地弯成弧形了……

When the scarlet jasmine blossoms, the date tree will again dream the dream of the tiny pink flower; it will grow lushly and bend in an arc.

我又听到夜半的笑声；我赶紧砍断我的心绪，

I hear again the midnight laughter, and immediately cut the train of my thought.

看那老在白纸罩上的小青虫，头大尾小，向日葵子似的，只有半粒小麦那么大，

I look at these little insects still resting on the snow-white paper—their heads big and tails small, like sunflower seeds, only half the size of a grain of wheat.

遍身的颜色苍翠得可爱，可怜。

How lovely and pitiable they are in their emerald hue.

我打一个呵欠，点起一支纸烟，喷出烟来，

I yawn, and light a cigarette, puffing out the smoke.

对着灯默默地敬奠这些苍翠精致的英雄们。

I stare at the lamp and pay silent tribute to these dainty heroes in emerald green.

一九二四年九月十五日

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