靈魂與身體的對話

A Dialogue Between the Soul and the Body
by Andrew Marvell (1621-1678)

Soul.
O, WHO shall from this dungeon raise
A soul enslaved so many ways?
With bolts of bones, that fettered stands
In feet, and manacled in hands;
Here blinded with an eye, and there
Deaf with the drumming of an ear;
A soul hung up, as 'twere, in chains
Of nerves, and arteries, and veins;
Tortured, besides each other part,
In a vain head, and double heart?

靈魂發話：
噢，誰能從這幽牢救出
一介靈魂，受盡如此多般束縛？
骨來綑綁，足來羈駐，
還有那手來禁錮；
這方為眼所矇，那廂
因耳鼓鳴鳴欲聵；
靈魂啊靈魂，高吊著，就如同，繫上了
神經、大小管脈的鎖鏈；
彼此折磨，苦上加苦，更被那
空空如也的腦袋，三心二意的心腸？

Body.
O, who shall me deliver whole,
From bonds of this tyrannic soul?
Which, stretched upright, impales me so
That mine own precipice I go ;
And warms and moves this needless frame,
(A fever could but do the same),
And, wanting where its spite to try,
Has made me live to let me die
A body that could never rest,
Since this ill spirit it possessed.

身體發話：
噢，誰能將我全然釋放，
脫離這專橫靈魂的囚禁？
那傢伙，挺直不曲，制得我
險境絕壁也得邁進；
激我、撼我，整我這身不必要的軀架，
(熱病豈不具同樣功效) ，
刁難試煉，無處可施，
要我活著以便死去，
令此身永無寧日，
只因這難以取悅的魂靈附了體。

Soul.
What magic could me thus confine
Within another's grief to pine ?
Where, whatsoever it complain,
I feel, that cannot feel, the pain ;
And all my care itself employs,
That to preserve which me destroys ;
Constrained not only to endure
Diseases, but, what's worse, the cure ;
And, ready oft the port to gain,
Am shipwrecked into health again.

靈魂回道：
怎樣的魔法啊，禁我錮我，以至於斯
為這與我無干的苦難，悲哀憔悴？
深陷其中，痛其所痛，
這原本無痛無感的我？
全付心力，盡遭它拿去自用，
保全了它，卻毀掉了我；
梏我制我，不僅飽受
病痛來磨，更可怖者──還要忍耐痊癒所苦；
害得我，常已就緒將登彼岸，
卻再逢船難，被那健康凌遲。

Body.
But Physic yet could never reach
The maladies thou me dost teach ;
Whom first the cramp of hope does tear,
And then the palsy shakes of fear ;
The pestilence of love does heat,
Or hatred's hidden ulcer eat ;
Joy's cheerful madness does perplex,
Or sorrow's other madness vex ;
Which knowledge forces me to know,
And memory will not forego ;
What but a soul could have the wit
To build me up for sin so fit ?
So architects do square and hew
Green trees that in the forest grew.

肉體應道：
可是啊，再高明的醫術，也難癒及
你教我嚐到的苦楚病痛；
先用希望之攣撕裂我，
繼以恐懼之痺顫撼我；
愛的瘟疫熱我，
恨的暗瘍蝕我；
喜極而癲使我不知所以，
悲極而狂令我不知所措；
知識迫我知，
記憶不放手；
除了靈魂啊，誰還有那本事
造我如此合身入罪？
如那建造之手劈之直之
霍霍向那生長於林間的綠木。