The Golden Journey to Samarkand By James Elroy Flecker (1884～1915)
主譯 (Editor in Chief)：馮一心 (Daphne)
協同譯者(Editors) ：黃正祥(Charles)、黃一元(Hank)、丁雲芝(Rachel)
詹姆士．福歷克James Elroy Flecker (1884-1915)
二十世紀初英國詩人，作品包括散文、戲劇、詩集。
曾任英國駐中東副領事，三十歲死於肺結核，在他花崗石的墓碑銘刻著他自己的一段詞：“O Lord, restore his realm to his dreamer”；他的作品中最燴炙人口的是舉凡談到中亞絲路之星撒馬爾罕必引用他的“The Golden Journey to Samarkand”詩篇。其全文如下：
The Golden Journey to Samarkand 撒馬爾罕黃金之旅
We who with songs beguile your pilgrimage
And swear that Beauty lives though lilies die,
We Poets of the proud old lineage
Who sing to find your hearts, we know not why,
What shall we tell you? Tales, marvelous tales
Of ships and stars and isles where good men rest,
Where nevermore the rose of sunset pales,
And winds and shadows fall towards the West:
And there the world's first huge white-bearded kings
In dim glades sleeping, murmur in their sleep,
And closer round their breasts the ivy clings,
Cutting its pathway slow and red and deep.
And how beguile you? Death has no repose
Warmer and deeper than the Orient sand
Which hides the beauty and bright faith of those
Who make the Golden Journey to Samarkand.
And now they wait and whiten peaceably,
Those conquerors, those poets, those so fair:
They know time comes, not only you and I,
But the whole world shall whiten, here or there;
When those long caravans that cross the plain
With dauntless feet and sound of silver bells
Put forth no more for glory or for gain,
Take no more solace from the palm-girt wells.
When the great markets by the sea shut fast
All that calm Sunday that goes on and on:
When even lovers find their peace at last,
And Earth is but a star, that once had shone.
At the Gate of the Sun, Bagdad, in olden time
THE MERCHANTS (together)
Away, for we are ready to a man!Our camels sniff the evening and are glad.
Lead on, O Master of the Caravan:Lead on the Merchant-Princes of Bagdad.
THE CHIEF DRAPER
Have we not Indian carpets dark as wine,Turbans and sashes, gowns and bows and veils,
And broideries of intricate design,And printed hangings in enormous bales?
THE CHIEF GROCER
We have rose-candy, we have spikenard, Mastic and terebinth and oil and spice,
And such sweet jams meticulously jarredAs God's own Prophet eats in Paradise.
THE PRINCIPAL JEWS
And we have manuscripts in peacock styles By Ali of Damascus; we have swords
Engraved with storks and apes and crocodiles,And heavy beaten necklaces, for Lords.
THE MASTER OF THE CARAVAN
But you are nothing but a lot of Jews.
THE PRINCIPAL JEWS
Sir, even dogs have daylight, and we pay.
THE MASTER OF THE CARAVAN
But who are ye in rags and rotten shoes, You dirty-bearded, blocking up the way?
THE PILGRIMS
We are the Pilgrims, master; we shall go Always a little further: it may be
Beyond the last blue mountain barred with snow, Across that angry or that glimmering sea,
White on a throne or guarded in a cave There lives a prophet who can understand
Why men were born: but surely we are brave, Who make the Golden Journey to Samarkand.
THE CHIEF MERCHANT
We gnaw the nail of hurry. Master, away!
ONE OF THE WOMEN
O turn your eyes to where your children stand.
Is not Bagdad the beautiful? O stay!
THE MERCHANTS (in chorus)
We take the Golden Road to Samarkand.
AN OLD MAN
Have you not girls and garlands in your homes,Eunuchs and Syrian boys at your command?
Seek not excess: God hateth him who roams!
THE MERCHANTS (in chorus)
We make the Golden Journey to Samarkand.
A PILGRIM ( WITH A BEAUTIFUL VOICE)
Sweet to ride forth at evening from the wells When shadows pass gigantic on the sand,
And softly through the silence beat the bells Along the Golden Road to Samarkand.
A MERCHANT
We travel not for trafficking alone: By hotter winds our fiery hearts are fanned:
For lust of knowing what should not be known We make the Golden Journey to Samarkand.
THE MASTER OF THE CARAVAN
Open the gate, O watchman of the night!
THE WATCHMAN
Ho, travellers, I open. For what land Leave you the dim-moon city of delight?
THE MERCHANTS (with a shout)
We make the Golden Journey to Samarkand.The Caravan passes through the gate
THE WATCHMAN (consoling the women)
What would ye, ladies? It was ever thus.Men are unwise and curiously planned.
A WOMAN
They have their dreams, and do not think of us.
VOICES OF THE CARAVAN (in the distance, singing)
We make the Golden Journey to Samarkand.
我們願以歌聲來撫慰此次朝聖之旅
且發誓即使百合凋零美豔依然長存，
流著古老而令人驕傲的詩人血統
我們吟唱著去深入您的心靈，同時瞭解別無冀求，
有何可向你傾訴？傳奇，精彩絕倫的傳奇
在駝峰、星辰、綠洲及良人歇息的處所，
那兒不再有灰褐如暮色般的玫瑰，
煦風及斜陽長影沒入西方的天際：
那兒有著最偉大的灰白鬍鬚帝王們
在微暗林樹空地上沉睡著，睡夢中他們不斷呢喃低語，
而藤蔓則緊緊纏繞在他們胸膛的四周，
緩緩阻斷了那豔紅且深沉的甬道。
你有多著迷呢？死亡並沒有回應
比起來自東方的黃沙，它溫暖且更深遂
它遮掩了炫麗且充滿著樂觀的信念
那群行將前往金色撒馬爾罕之旅的人們。
而今他們期待並漸漸地變得更為白晰，
不只你和我，那些征服者，那些詩人及情人：
他們了解到時間終究會到來，
不論在何處，整個世界將變得更為燦爛；
當那些駝商隊伍拖曳的身影通過平原
帶著不屈不撓的意志及銀鈴般的聲響
邁步向前不求榮耀且別無私心，
也未從棕櫚圍繞的水井中得到任何慰藉。
傍依著海邊的偌大市集即將休市
沉寂的主日持續不斷地到來：
此時戀人們終於找到他們的歸宿，
而地球只不過是一顆曾經閃爍的星。
古老的巴格達城，位於通往太陽之門的大道上
商旅們
不管如何，我們都將會具有男人的氣概！
駱駝們愉悅地嗅著夜暮低垂的迷幻氣息。
帶領著我們吧，駝商隊伍的老爺子啊：
他就是巴格達的王子。
布料商
我們可擁有如醇酒般黯沉色的印度地毯，
頭巾、腰帶、長袍、蝴蝶結及面紗，
以及秀緻精巧的鑲邊刺繪，
和無以數計成札的印花窗帘？
雜貨商
我們有如玫瑰色的糖果，我們有甘松香，
乳香和松節油、精油及香料，
小心翼翼將如此美味的果醬置入瓶中
如真主先知般在伊甸園中享用。
珠寶商
我們的可蘭經置放於孔雀狀的經文架上
來自大馬士革的阿里；我們有聖劍
上頭雕塑著白鸛猿猴及鱷魚圖像，
及要獻給真主焠鍊的項鍊。
駝商隊伍的老爺子
雖然你是無名小卒但卻擁有金銀財寶。
珠寶商領隊
閣下，我們會結帳的，狗兒都會有白天。
駝商隊伍的老爺子
你到底是誰？腳穿破舊的鞋子，
是否你那骯髒的灰白鬍子阻擋了我們的去路？
朝聖者
我們是朝聖者，老爺子，我們必須啟程
總是緩緩地前進：或許吧
穿越最後一座那被白雪所覆蓋的遙遠山脊，
橫越那微光中的洶濤怒海，
在洞穴中存有被守護著的寶座
在那兒有一位先知只有他能通曉
人們為何而生：無疑地我們確是相當勇敢，
對將要前往金色撒馬爾罕的旅人而言。
商旅們的頭頭
匆忙中我們嚼著指甲，老爺子啊，快上路吧！
一名女子
喔！將你的雙眼投注孩子們所立之處。
巴格達此刻不是最美好的嗎？喔！留下來吧！
商旅們
我們將循著黃金之道前往撒馬爾罕。
老者
你的住處沒有女孩及花環，
你可有僕役供你使喚？
毋須莽撞追求：真主鍾愛行事果決的人！
商旅們
我們即將展開一趟撒馬爾罕黃金之旅
朝聖者
在傍晚時分朝著水井緩緩乘騎而來
透過斜陽的陰影砂堆顯得巨大龐然，
而沉默輕輕地敲擊著鐘聲
沿著撒馬爾罕黃金之道揚長而去。
一位商人
我們此行不單為了生計買賣：
焚風煽動著我們澎湃的熱血：
又有什麼是不該知道的，為了無窮的慾念
我們即將展開一趟撒馬爾罕黃金之旅。
行旅商隊的老爺子
打開大門吧！暗夜的守門人！
守門人
旅人啊！我將為你開啟此門。
為了何方夢鄉，你情願遠離那掩月的故里？
商旅們
我們即將展開一趟撒馬爾罕黃金之旅。
駝商隊伍穿越城門
守門人
女士們，妳們呢？
男人們通常是愚魯而多疑的。
一名女子
男人們有他們的夢想，但從未想到我們。
駝商在遙遠的地方吟誦著
我們即將展開一趟撒馬爾罕黃金之旅。
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