徐志摩; Hsu Chih-mo - 白旗 歌词翻译

Come on, come with me,
Each of you, hold a white flag in hand,
Not the one written with radicalism and resentment,
Which encourages people to kill;
And not the one marked with filthy blood,
And not the one painted with confession and spell (Just carve the confession in your hearts);

You line up,
Muted and grave,
As if to attend a funeral,
At all, smile and laughter
can't be on your faces,
Muted and grave,
Like a squad ready to die.

Now it's time,
Each of you, raise the white flag in hand,
Like your own heart,
And look upward, see the sky above,
Concentratedly and with awe,
Just like gazing at your own soul.

Now it's time,
Let your heating, obstructed, surging
And boiling tears run, incessantly, furiously,
Unrestrainedly, immoderately, carefreely,
As a flow out from valley,
As a rain heavily pouring...

Now it's time,
Let your suppressed, oppressed, struggling,
Raging voice roar, incessantly, furiously,
Unbridledly, fiercely,
Like a hurricane amongst oceanwaves,
Like one who has lost his most beloved...

Now it's time,
You let your restored nature repent,
Which was fried out by the boiling tears,
Which was aroused by the wailing thunder.
Repent in silence,
Repent for a long while,
Repent in tranquility,
Like a frigid star gleaming above a desolate valley,
Like a monk in black prostrating before a golden shrine...

In the ebullition of tears,
In the obsession of wailing,
In the silence of confession,
You see the perpetual divine augustness.

来，跟著我来，
拿一面白旗在你们的手里，
不是上面写著激动怨毒，
鼓励残杀字样的白旗，
也不是涂著不洁净血液的标记的白旗，
也不是画著忏悔与咒语的白旗(把忏悔画在你们的心里)；

你们排列著，
噤声的，严肃的，
像送丧的行列，
不容许脸上留存一丝的颜色，
一毫的笑容，
严肃的，噤声的，
像一队决死的兵士；

现在时辰到了，
一齐举起你们手里的白旗，
像举起你们的心一样，
仰看著你们头顶的青天，
不转瞬的，恐惶的，
像看著你们自己的灵魂一样；

现在时辰到了，
你们让你们熬著，壅著，迸裂著，
滚沸著的眼泪流，直流，狂流，
自由的流，痛快的流，尽性的'流，
像山水出峡似的流，
像暴雨倾盆似的流……

现在时辰到了，
你们让你们咽著，压迫著，挣扎著，
汹涌著的声音嚎，直嚎，狂嚎，
放肆的嚎，凶狠的嚎，
像飓风在大海波涛间的嚎，
像你们丧失了最亲爱的骨肉时的嚎……

现在时辰到了，
你们让你们回复了的天性忏悔，
让眼泪的滚油煎净了的，
让嚎恸的雷霆震醒了的天性忏悔，
默默的忏悔，
悠久的忏悔，
沉彻的忏悔，
像冷峭的星光照落在一个寂寞的山谷里，
像一个黑衣的尼僧匐伏在一座金漆的神龛前……

在眼泪的沸腾里，
在嚎恸的酣彻里，
在忏悔的沉寂里，
你们望见了上帝永久的威严。