里昂夜读92-雨巷

A Lane in the Rain Dai Wangshu 唐正秋译版 Alone holding an oil-paper umbrella, I wander along a long Solitary lane in the rain, Hoping to encounter A girl like a bouquet of lilacs Gnawed by anxiety and resentment. A girl The color of lilacs, The fragrance of lilacs, The worries of lilacs, Feeling melancholy in the rain, Plaintive and hesitating. Silently she comes closer, Closer,giving me A glance like a sigh; Then she floats past Like a dream, Dreary and blank like a dream. Like a lilac Floating past in a dream, the girl floats past me; Silently she goes further and further, To the crumbling wall, Out of the lane in the rain. In the mournful melody of the rain, Her color has faded, Her fragrance has disppeared, Vanished into the void; Even her glance like a sigh, Melancholy like lilacs. Alone holding an oil-paper umbrella, I wander along a long Solitary lane in the rain, Hoping to pass A girl like a bouquet of lilacs Gnawed by anxiety and resentment. 雨巷 戴望舒 雨巷 撑着油纸伞，独自 彷徨在悠长，悠长 又寂寥的雨巷， 我希望逢着 一个丁香一样的 结着愁怨的姑娘。 她是有 丁香一样的颜色， 丁香一样的芬芳， 丁香一样的忧愁， 在雨中哀怨， 哀怨又彷徨； 她彷徨在这寂寥的雨巷， 撑着油纸伞 像我一样， 像我一样地 默默彳亍着， 冷漠，凄清，又惆怅。 她静默地走近 走近，又投出 太息一般的眼光， 她飘过 像梦一般的， 像梦一般的凄婉迷茫。 像梦中飘过 一枝丁香的， 我身旁飘过这女郎； 她静默地远了，远了， 到了颓圮的篱墙， 走尽这雨巷。 在雨的哀曲里， 消了她的颜色， 散了她的芬芳 消散了，甚至她的 太息般的眼光， 丁香般的惆怅。 撑着油纸伞，独自 彷徨在悠长，悠长 又寂寥的雨巷， 我希望飘过 一个丁香一样的 结着愁怨的姑娘。