By Joseph Brodsky

I wish you were here, dear,

I wish you were here.

I wish you sat on the sofa

and I sat near.

The handkerchief could be yours,

the tear could be mine, chin-bound.

Though it could be, of course,

the other way around.

I wish you were here, dear,

I wish you were here.

I wish we were in my car

and you'd shift the gear.

We'd find ourselves elsewhere,

on an unknown shore.

Or else we'd repair

to where we've been before.

I wish you were here, dear,

I wish you were here.

I wish I knew no astronomy

when stars appear,

when the moon skims the water

that sighs and shifts in its slumber.

I wish it were still a quarter

to dial your number.

I wish you were here, dear,

in this hemisphere,

as I sit on the porch

sipping a beer.

It's evening, the sun is setting;

boys shout and gulls are crying.

What's the point of forgetting

if it's followed by dying?

歌

金重 譯

我希望你在這里，親愛的，

我希望你在這里。

希望你坐在沙發(fā)上

就這樣靠近你。

手絹可以是你的，

眼淚可以是我的，一直流下面頰。

當然，也可以

互相調(diào)換一下。

我希望你在這里，親愛的，

我希望你在這里。

希望坐在我的車里，

由你驅車遠去。

我們將在另一個地方駐足，

面對一片陌生的海浪。

或者，讓我們?nèi)バ迯?/p>

那些以前去過的地方。

我希望你在這里，親愛的，

我希望你在這里。

希望我根本不懂天文

當星斗呈現(xiàn)在天際，

當月亮在水面漂移，

嘆息在輾轉反側在夢里。

我希望打個電話給你

還只需要25分的硬幣。

我希望你在這里，親愛的，

在這西半球的國度里，

當我坐在陽臺上，

慢慢喝著生啤。

這已是黃昏，太陽收斂著光芒；

男孩兒們呼喊，海鷗尖叫飛翔。

如果遺忘之后是死亡，

我怎能遺忘！

來自俄羅斯的布羅茨基是1987年諾貝爾文學獎得主，這篇漢語譯文發(fā)表于《世界文學》2013年第6期。這是一首懷念他的情人馬麗娜的詩歌，寫于美國。在幾乎所有的詩歌作品里，布羅茨基的面容都是剛毅的、不屈服的。即使語言再“蒼白無力”，也不會落下“一滴淚水”。然而布羅茨基卻是無比深情的，一個絕不落淚的男人，卻也會在思念遠方愛人的時候淚流滿面： “如果遺忘之后是死亡，我怎能遺忘！”