« Vissi d’arte »* Luigi Illica (1857-1919) & Giuseppe Giacosa (1847-1906)

Soprano aria from Puccini’s opera « Tosca »

“我为艺术而活”* (意) 路易治.易利卡 与 吉汝瑟皮.基亚高萨 谱词

普茨尼歌剧”托絲卡”女高音咏叹调

Tr. YK Chan 陈耀国译

Vissi d’arte, vissi d’amore, 我为艺术而活,为愛情而活,
non feci mai male ad anima viva!…
我从不伤害一個活着的灵魂!
Con man furtiva
我用一双隱秘的手
quante miserie conobbi, aiutai…
援助了很多我认识的苦难者…
Sempre con fe’ sincera, 我时常诚懇地
la mia preghiera
把我的祈愿
ai santi tabernacoli salì.
禀升到神堂前面。
Sempre con fe’ sincera
又时常诚懇地
diedi fiori agli altar.
在祭壇上奉献鲜花。
Nell’ora del dolore 在这個悲痛的时刻
perché, perché Signore,
天父您为什么,为什么,
perché me ne rimuneri così?
这样酬报我?
Diedi gioielli
我奉献的首饰
della Madonna al manto,
送到聖母的神台,
e diedi il canto
以及歌唱颂赞
agli astri, al ciel, che ne ridean più belli.
星星、天堂,使它们从未这般光晖燦爛。
Nell’ora del dolore,
在这個惨痛的时刻,
perché, perché Signore,
天父您为什么,为什么,
perché me ne rimuneri così?
为什么这样酬报我?

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Sung by Maria Callas: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZVkJPL-_T0I

by Suzanne Murphy: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kyhEMD6rAOI

by Angela Gheoghiu: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_OIExoUb8jk&feature=related Z

by Liping Zhang:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wACxL0d9Qm

病馬 杜甫 (712-770)

乘爾亦已久
天寒關塞深
塵中老盡力
歲晚病傷心
毛骨豈殊衆
馴良猶至今
物微意不淺
感動一沈吟
 

To My Ailing Horse   Du Fu (712-770)          江紹倫譯

You have followed my rein for so many years
Through snow and deep mountain passes we cheered
You have always trotted in good form where’er we go
Seeing you ill in your aging days I feel sorrow
Your coat and frame are not different from others your kind
‘Tis your loyalty to me that shines
This little gesture of appreciation is definitely not shallow
I’m moved to sing you my praise from my soul

野望 (清秋望不極) 杜甫 (712-770)

清秋望不極
迢遞起曾陰
遠水兼天淨
孤城隱霧深
葉稀風更落
山迥日初沈
獨鶴歸何晚
昏鴉已滿林

Watching the Wilderness       Du Fu (712-770)          江紹倫譯

On this autumn day I see a boundless view
Layers of hills and trees loom in vivid hues
At a distance clean are the water and the sky
Hidden in deep mist a lone town stays from behind
Lingering leafs easily fall when swept by winds
Toward the mountain ranges a retiring sun plummets in
Why should a solitary crane returns to its nest late
When black craws have thronged the woods in haste

鳳凰台上憶吹簫 (宋)李清照 (1084-1156)

香冷金猊  被翻紅浪  起來慵自梳頭

猊

任寶奩塵滿  日上簾鉤
生怕離懷別苦  多少事  欲說還休
新來瘦  非干病酒  不是悲秋

休休  這回去也  千萬遍陽關  也則難留
念武陵人遠  煙鎖秦樓
惟有樓前流水  應念我  終日凝眸
凝眸處  從今又添  一段新愁

 

Recalling Our Flute Duet At Phoenix Terrace    Li Qing-zhao (1084-1156)           江紹倫譯

Cold incense resting in the censer in gold
I tossed in bed sleepless my quilt in waves of red folds
Idly I get up to comb my hair slow

Let dusts gather in my dresser full
Let the sun creeps up the drape closed

Seized by fears of parting and separation pain
A lot need be said
Words disappeared before they could be let

Recently I have lost much weight
Not due to excessive drinking
Nor because of autumn feeling

Be as it may be as it may
However we sing the parting song you will leave anyway
I’ll hold you dear however far you may stray
From my bower engulfed in haze

The stream near home its flow will continue
Standing witness of how I pine for you
Gazing in absence day after day
Where I fix my gaze
A new grief begins hence to stay 

《On the Grasshopper and Cricket》 by John Keats __ 江紹倫譯

The poetry of earth is never dead:
When all the birds are faint with the hot sun,
And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run
From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead;
That is the Grasshopper’s–he takes the lead
In summer luxury,–he has never done
With his delights; for when tired out with fun
He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.
The poetry of earth is ceasing never:
On a lone winter evening, when the frost
Has wrought a silence, from the stove there shrills
The Cricket’s song, in warmth increasing ever,
And seems to one in drowsiness half lost,
The Grasshopper’s among some grassy hills.

《蚱蜢和蟋蟀》__   約翰‧濟慈 

大地的詩歌永不冥滅
當群鳥在烈日下昏暈
躱進林蔭的清涼中
有一把嗓音卻穿越籬笆在綠茵中飛揚
那是蚱蜢在夏日的豪華中領唱
它的歡樂嗓音永遠消耗不盡
一旦它過分疲倦又唱得盡興
就暫時躺在野草下靜靜休息
大地的詩歌永響不輟
在寂寞的冬日傍晚
當嚴霜給大地帶來一片沉靜
爐邊的蟋蟀即會放懷吟唱
人們在溫暖歌聲中慵倦迷惘
恍惚聽見蚱蜢在青山間高唱

《The Human Seasons》 by John Keats __ 江紹倫譯

Four Seasons fill the measure of the year;
There are four seasons in the mind of man:
He has his lusty Spring, when fancy clear
Takes in all beauty with an easy span:
He has his Summer, when luxuriously
Spring’s honied cud of youthful thought he loves
To ruminate, and by such dreaming high
Is nearest unto heaven: quiet coves
His soul has in its Autumn, when his wings
He furleth close; contented so to look
On mists in idleness–to let fair things
Pass by unheeded as a threshold brook.
He has his Winter too of pale misfeature,
Or else he would forego his mortal nature.

《人的季節 》 約翰‧濟慈               

一年有春夏秋冬定位
人的心靈同樣活在四季之中
他有生氣蓬勃的春天
當天真幻想迎來美好的一切
他有火熱的盛夏
叫他追想初春的甜蜜年華
用志高情深的夢想走近天堂
他變得沉靜的心靈染上秋天的風味
當他把翅膀和衣衫一同收起
滿足地閒看世界的矇矓景像
容許一切繁華盛事
像門前的溪水在不經意中流過
他還有冬天和蒼白變形的臉孔
他不能超越人的本性

“La canzone del salice” Arrigo Boito (1842-1918)

Desdemona and Emilia

Soprano aria (death song)1 from Verdi’s opera “Otello” 

Tr. YK Chan 陈耀国译

柳之歌               (意) 阿里高.布意徒 譜词 

芃尓第歌剧<奧赛罗>女高音咏叹调 (哀歌) 1

Son mesta tanto, tanto.                                 我觉得非常非常悲伤。

Mia madre aveva una povera ancella     我妈曾有亇贫窮的女僕

Innamorata e bella;                                       她衷情又漂亮;

Era il suo nome                                                 她的名字是

Barbara. Amava                                              巴巴菈。她愛上

Un uom che poi l’abbandonò, cantava         一亇後來拋棄她的男人,她唱過

Una canone: la canzon del Salice.              一首歌:柳之歌。

[Mi disciogli le chiome]                                   [把我的头发松散吧]

Io questa sera ho la memoria piena          今晚我記得很清楚

Di quella cantilena:                                            这首小曲:

“Piangea cantando                                          “她边唱边哭泣,

Nell’erma landa,                                                在那荒地上,

Piangea la mesta.                                             那怨女在哭泣。

O Salce! Salce! Salce!                                       噢柳树! 柳树! 柳树!

Sedea chinando                                                她坐着俯首

Sul sen la testa!                                                於懷!

O Salce! Salce! Salce!                                    噢柳树!柳树! 柳树! 

Cantiamo! Cantiamo! Il Salce funebre            让我们唱吧!我们唱吧!那喪殯般的柳树

Sarà la mia ghirlanda.”                              将是我的花环” 

[Affrettati; fra poce giunge Otello.]      [快點吧;奧赛罗快來到啦!]

“Scorreano irivi fra le zolle in fior,       “溪水流过种滿鲜花的大地,

Gemea quel core affranto,                          那破裂的心呻吟着,

E dalle ciglia le sgorgava il cor                和她的心在眼底放了出來

L’amara onda del pianto,                            是痛苦的淚潮,

Salce! Salce! Salce!                                          柳树! 柳树! 柳树! 

Cantiamo! Cantiamo!                                      让我们唱吧!我们唱吧!

Il Salce fenebre sarà la mia ghirlanda.     那喪殯般的柳树将是我的花环。 

Scendean gli augelli a vol dai rami cupi   鳥兒们从黑暗的树枝飛下來

Verso quel dolce canto.                                   朝着那甜蜜的歌声。

E gli occhi suoi piangean tanto, tanto,      她的眼睛也多多哭泣着,

Da impietosir le rupi.”                                       可帶动石头的哀憐。”

  

[Riponi quest’anello.]                                        [你把这指環放到別处吧.]

Povera Barbara !                                                 可憐的巴巴菈!

Solea la storia                                                      这個故事一般是

Con questo semplice suono finir                 以此简单的調子完結的:

“Egli era nato per la sua gloria,                 他是为他的榮耀而出生

Io per amar…”                                                    而我是为愛情… ”

 

Ascola.  Odo un lamento.                              听着,我听到有呻吟声。

Taci.  Chi batte a quella porta ?…              靜一下。誰在叩那门?…

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1 Sung by Renata Tebaldi:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z5UBUHTvvcY

《To G.A.W.》 by John Keats __ 江紹倫譯

Nymph of the downward smile and sidelong glance!
In what diviner moments of the day
Art thou most lovely?—when gone far astray
Into the labyrinths of sweet utterance,
Or when serenely wandering in a trance
Of sober thought? Or when starting away,
With careless robe to meet the morning ray,
Thou sparest the flowers in thy mazy dance?
Haply ’tis when thy ruby lips part sweetly,
And so remain, because thou listenest:
But thou to please wert nurtured so completely
That I can never tell what mood is best;
I shall as soon pronounce which Grace more neatly
Trips it before Apollo than the rest.

(This sonnet was written by John Keats in December 1816. The addressee is Georgina Augusta Wylie, and was sent to her on behalf of his brother, George, whom she later married.)

《致 G . A . W . 》__  約翰‧濟慈                  

淺笑橫送秋波的少女
你在哪一神妙時刻
顯得最為可愛
當你忘我地迷入甜蜜交談之際
或是當你獨自寧靜思想
或者穿着睡袍奔出戶外
搶着迎接燦爛的晨光
在歡躍中注意不踩踏花朶
你偶然微張甜蜜的嘴唇
表示你在專心聆聽別人說話
你是如此完美
我永遠不知哪一種是最好的神態
我將盡快向太陽神尋問
他的三位仙女哪一位可以與你相比