受难节诗歌三首

受难节诗歌三首

ThreePoems for Good Friday

翻译：胡靖春

修改：胡心悦，张飞扬

校对：韩霞

 

第一首：永远的仁慈

I.From “The Everlasting Mercy”

John Masefield

O Christ who holds the open gate,

O Christ who drives the furrow straight,

O Christ, the plough, O Christ, thelaughter

Of holy white birds flying after,

Lo, all my heart’s field red and torn,

And Thou wilt bring the young green corn

The young green corn divinely springing,

The young green corn forever singing;

And when the field is fresh and fair

Thy blessèd feet shall glitter there,

And we will walk the weeded field,

And tell the golden harvest’s yield,

The corn that makes the holy bread

By which the soul of man is fed,

The holy bread, the food unpriced,

Thy everlasting mercy, Christ.

哦，基督，你使（天国的）门敞开，

哦，基督，你使（弯曲的）犁沟变直，

哦，基督，你是耕种者，你是欢笑者

那圣洁的白鸽跟随着你，

我的心如同田野被你耕作，

你播下种子，

在我心中神奇地发芽生长，

在我心中永远歌唱，

让我心清新快乐，

你的脚步留下祝福，带来荣耀，

你带领我走过野草覆盖的田地，

告诉我金色丰收的到来。

那制作圣餐的谷物（已经预备），

就是那喂养灵魂的粮食，

那神圣的无酵饼，无价之宝。

基督，你有永远的仁慈。

第二首 十字架的回忆

II.From “The Dream of the Rood”

Anglo-Saxon,8th century, trans. Richard Hammer (1970)

Theearliest Christian poem in English

The Rood (cross of Christ) speaks:

“It was long past – Istill remember it –

That I was cut down at the copse’s end,

Moved from my root. Strong enemies theretook me,

Told me to hold aloft their criminals,

Made me a spectacle. Men carried me

Upon their shoulders, set me on a hill,

A host of enemies there fastened me.

那十字架说：

那是很久以前的事情，我仍然记得。

那时我在树林中被砍伐，

被敌人带走，离开了我生长的土地，

他们说，我会把罪犯高举，

让我成为奇观。人们把我扛起，

扛在他们的肩膀上，把我立定在小山上，

一群人将我固定。

“And then I saw the Lordof all mankind

Hasten with eager zeal that He might mount

Upon me. I durst not against God’s word

Bend down or break, when I saw tremble all

The surface of the earth. Although I might

Have struck down all the foes, yet stood Ifast.

我又看见一群人，

被急切的狂热驱使，

要将主钉在我这十字架上。

我不敢违背主的命令，

不敢弯曲或折断，

当我看到全地都在颤抖，

虽然我可以砸倒所有的敌人，

但我依然挺立。

“Then the young hero(who was God almighty)

Got ready, resolute and strong in heart.

He climbed onto the lofty gallows-tree,

Bold in the sight of many watching men,

When He intended to redeem mankind.

I trembled as the warrior embraced me.

But still I dared not bend down to theearth,

Fall to the ground. Upright I had to stand.

那位年轻的英雄，他就是全能的上帝，

已经准备好了，意志坚定，心意已决，

在众人的注目下，

勇敢的走上十字架，

当他定意拯救人类，

我颤抖着，士兵们惊慌地抱住我，

但我依然不敢倒在地上，

我必须挺立。

“A rood I was raised up;and I held high

The noble King, the Lord of heaven above.

I dared not stoop. They pierced me withdark nails;

The scars can still be clearly seen on me,

一个十字架树立起来了，

我高举着荣耀的王，天国的君王，

我不敢屈身，

他们将钉子楔入我的身体，

那钉痕在我身上依然清晰可见。

The open wounds of malice. Yet might I

Not harm them. They reviled us bothtogether.

I was made wet all over with the blood

Which poured out from his side, after Hehad

Sent forth His spirit. And I underwent

Full many a dire experience on that hill.

I saw the God of hosts stretched grimlyout.

Darkness covered the Ruler’s corpse withclouds

His shining beauty; shadows passed across,

Black in the darkness. All creation wept,

Bewailed the King’s death; Christ was onthe cross….

这是邪恶所加的伤口，

但我不会伤害他们，

他们诅咒耶稣，也诅咒我这木头，

我被主的鲜血浸透，

他的灵魂释放，

我在那座山丘经历了种种折磨，

我看见万王之王的身体遭到无情的拉扯，

黑暗与乌云笼罩了大君王的尸体，

他闪烁这真光，刺透乌云和黑暗，

受造之物都哭泣，

为大君王之死，为在十字架上的耶稣，

“Now you may understand,dear warrior,

That I have suffered deeds of wicked men

And grievous sorrows. Now the time has come

That far and wide on earth men honor me,

And all this great and glorious creation,

And to this beacon offers prayers. On me

The Son of God once suffered; therefore now

I tower mighty underneath the heavens,

And I may heal all those in awe of me.

Once I became the cruelest of tortures,

Most hateful to all nations, till the time

I opened the right way of life for men.”

现在，你该明白了，亲爱的战士，

我忍受了邪恶者的行为，

忍受了巨大的悲痛，

时候已经到了，

在地上四方的人都要尊敬我，

地上所有伟大且荣耀的受造物，

都要以我为祷告的灯塔。

上帝之子曾经在我身上受难，

我得以站立在天国之下，

我得以治愈所有敬畏我的人。

第三首 美好的星期五

III.Good Friday

Christina Rossetti

Am I a stone, and not a sheep,

That I can stand, O Christ, beneath Thycross,

To number drop by drop Thy blood’s slowloss,

And yet not weep?

即便是石头，不是羊，

奥，基督，我站在你的十字架下，

数着从十字架上流下的血滴，

我也不能不哭泣，

Not so those women loved

Who with exceeding grief lamented Thee;

Not so fallen Peter weeping bitterly;

Not so the thief was moved;

我哭泣，并非因为妇女对你的爱，她们的悲伤难以形容，

我哭泣，并非因为软弱的彼得痛哭流涕，

我哭泣，也不是因为强盗的悔改。

Not so the Sun and Moon

Which hid their faces in a starless sky,

A horror of great darkness at broad noon –

I, only I.

我哭泣，并非因为太阳和月亮，它们在没有星星的天空隐藏，

黑暗带来的巨大恐惧笼罩了正午，

我，只有我！

Yet give not o’er,

But seek Thy sheep, true Shepherd of theflock;

Greater than Moses, turn and look once more

And smite a rock.

你来，为寻找失丧的羊，你是群羊的牧者，

你比摩西更伟大，你再次击打磐石。

（我因你的救恩哭泣，在这受难日，美好的星期五）。