这首英文诗给我带来了很强烈的情感冲击

所以想根据自己的理解来翻译一次试试

理科生语文水平有限 :')

Two English Poems

by Jorge Luis Borges

To Beatriz Webster de Bullrich

***Translated by Vanessa***

The useless dawn finds me in a deserted street-corner; I have outlived the night.

黎明的柔光洒进荒芜的街角，描出我的轮廓

我捱过了这漫漫黑夜

Nights are proud waves; darkblue topheavy waves laden with all the hues of deep spoil, laden with things unlikely and desirable.

夜是傲慢的波浪；失衡的深蓝色巨浪揉杂着所有废弃物的暗沉色调，满载着遥不可及的心事

Nights have a habit of mysterious gifts and refusals, of things half given away, half withheld, of joys with a dark hemisphere. Nights act that way, I tell you.

夜惯用它那欲迎还拒的神秘把戏，舍弃一半，又保留另一半，有点黑暗半球的乐趣

夜就是这样的，我对你说

The surge, that night, left me the customary shreds and odd ends: some hated friends to chat with, music for dreams, and the smoking of bitter ashes. The things my hungry heart has no use for.

这汹涌的浪，和那个夜晚，最终以我习以为常的零星琐碎结了尾：三两个不喜欢的寒暄之交，关于梦想的乐曲，和苦涩燃尽冒出的缕缕烟丝儿

这些东西怎么也填补不了我空虚的心灵

The big wave brought you.

这巨浪带来了你

Words, any words, your laughter; and you so lazily and incessantly beautiful. We talked and you have forgotten the words.

我的措辞，任意的只言片语，你的笑声；还有你，如此慵懒而永恒地美丽着的你

我们交谈过，奈何那些词句从未触及你的心

The shattering dawn finds me in a deserted street of my city.

黎明的碎片散落在这座城里，穿过空无一人的街头，照亮了我的模样

Your profile turned away, the sounds that go to make your name, the lilt of your laughter: these are the illustrious toys you have left me.

你背过身去，离别的尾音拼凑出你的芳名，和你笑声的俏皮韵律

这些迷人的情景盘旋在我的脑海里，久久挥散不去

I turn them over in the dawn, I lose them, I find them; I tell them to the few stray dogs and to the few stray stars of the dawn.

我在黎明里翻来覆去地琢磨，抛弃，又寻回

我向街边的野狗诉说，也向黎明里散落的那几颗流浪的星星诉说

Your dark rich life...

你那隐秘而充盈的生命力…

I must get at you, somehow; I put away those illustrious toys you have left me, I want your hidden look, your real smile -- that lonely, mocking smile your cool mirror knows.

我必须要设法了解你；我收起了对你表象的痴迷，我想了解你卸下伪装后的全貌，你真实的笑容——只有你那冰冷的镜子所熟知的，孤寂又略带嘲讽的那个笑容