英美著名儿童诗一百首 [53]
And when the sun went down,
They whistled and warbled a moony song
To the echoing sound of a coppery gong,
In the shade of the mountains brown.
"O Timballoo! How happy we are
When we live in a sieve and a crockery-jar!
And all night long, in the moonlight pale,
We sail away with a pea-green sail
In the shade of the mountains brown."
Far and few, far and few,
Are the lands where the Jumblies live:
Their heads are green, and their hands are blue;
And they went to sea in a sieve.
They sailed to the Western Sea, they did,—
To a land all covered with trees:
And they bought an owl, and a useful cart,
And a pound of rice, and a cranberry-tart,
And a hive of silvery bees;
And they bought a pig, and some green jackdaws,
And a lovely monkey with lollipop paws,
And seventeen bags of edelweiss tea,
And forty bottles of ring-bo-ree,
And no end of Stilton cheese.
Far and few, far and few,
Are the lands where the Jumblies live:
Their heads are green, and their hands are blue;
And they went to sea in a sieve.
And in twenty years they all came back, —
In twenty years or more;
And every one said,"How tall they've grown!
For they've been to the Lakes, ＆ the Torrible
Zone
And the hills of the Chankly Bore."
And they drank their health, and gave them a
feast
Of dumplings made of beautiful yeast;
And every one said,"If we only live,
We, too, will go to sea in a sieve,
To the hills of the Chankly Bore."
Far and few, far and few,
Are the lands where the Jumblies live:
Their heads are green, and their hands are blue;
And they went to sea in a sieve.
■ 九十五 乱糟糟的小人儿
爱德华·里亚
他们去远航，乘一只细筛，可不；
他们乘着筛子出海去远航；
不管伙伴们怎样来说道，
在冬天一清早，迎着大风暴，
他们乘着筛子出海去远航。
那只筛子团团转，团团转，
人人都叫喊："你们都得被水淹！"
他们大声叫："我们的筛子小；
可我们不管怎么着，不管那一套：
我们要乘着筛子出海去远航！"
在远方，远远的，
乱糟糟小人儿就住在那块好地方：
他们的头绿绿的，他们的手蓝蓝的；
他们乘着筛子出海去远航。
他们乘着筛子出海去远航，可不，
他们在海上乘风又破浪，
一路上，他们只带着纱巾一小块，
嫩绿色的，真漂亮，用丝带
系在烟斗做的小小桅杆上。
看他们出发的人们都在把心担：
"哦！他们会不会马上就翻船？
眼下天空漆漆黑，道路长又长；
赶上出什么事，乘着筛子去远航——
这可实在是个坏主张。"
在远方，远远的，
乱糟糟小人儿就住在那块好地方：
他们的头绿绿的，他们的手蓝蓝的；
他们乘着筛子出海去远航。
筛子里很快进了水，可不；
海水很快进到了筛子里：
为了不弄湿，他们拿了张粉红纸，
叠整齐，用来把脚丫包严实，
再用一只别针别仔细。
他们度过了黑夜在瓦罐里；
"我们真聪明！"人人都得意：
"尽管天这么黑，路又那么远，
我们还在筛子里面打转转，
没觉得做错了或者太性急。"
在远方，远远的，
乱糟糟小人儿就住在那块好地方：
他们的头绿绿的，他们的手蓝蓝的；
他们乘着筛子出海去远航。
长夜漫漫长，他们出海去远航；
太阳落山岗，他们的口哨响，
声悠扬，把那月亮的曲子来歌唱，
棕色山脉的阴影罩身上，
铜锣一般的声
They whistled and warbled a moony song
To the echoing sound of a coppery gong,
In the shade of the mountains brown.
"O Timballoo! How happy we are
When we live in a sieve and a crockery-jar!
And all night long, in the moonlight pale,
We sail away with a pea-green sail
In the shade of the mountains brown."
Far and few, far and few,
Are the lands where the Jumblies live:
Their heads are green, and their hands are blue;
And they went to sea in a sieve.
They sailed to the Western Sea, they did,—
To a land all covered with trees:
And they bought an owl, and a useful cart,
And a pound of rice, and a cranberry-tart,
And a hive of silvery bees;
And they bought a pig, and some green jackdaws,
And a lovely monkey with lollipop paws,
And seventeen bags of edelweiss tea,
And forty bottles of ring-bo-ree,
And no end of Stilton cheese.
Far and few, far and few,
Are the lands where the Jumblies live:
Their heads are green, and their hands are blue;
And they went to sea in a sieve.
And in twenty years they all came back, —
In twenty years or more;
And every one said,"How tall they've grown!
For they've been to the Lakes, ＆ the Torrible
Zone
And the hills of the Chankly Bore."
And they drank their health, and gave them a
feast
Of dumplings made of beautiful yeast;
And every one said,"If we only live,
We, too, will go to sea in a sieve,
To the hills of the Chankly Bore."
Far and few, far and few,
Are the lands where the Jumblies live:
Their heads are green, and their hands are blue;
And they went to sea in a sieve.
■ 九十五 乱糟糟的小人儿
爱德华·里亚
他们去远航，乘一只细筛，可不；
他们乘着筛子出海去远航；
不管伙伴们怎样来说道，
在冬天一清早，迎着大风暴，
他们乘着筛子出海去远航。
那只筛子团团转，团团转，
人人都叫喊："你们都得被水淹！"
他们大声叫："我们的筛子小；
可我们不管怎么着，不管那一套：
我们要乘着筛子出海去远航！"
在远方，远远的，
乱糟糟小人儿就住在那块好地方：
他们的头绿绿的，他们的手蓝蓝的；
他们乘着筛子出海去远航。
他们乘着筛子出海去远航，可不，
他们在海上乘风又破浪，
一路上，他们只带着纱巾一小块，
嫩绿色的，真漂亮，用丝带
系在烟斗做的小小桅杆上。
看他们出发的人们都在把心担：
"哦！他们会不会马上就翻船？
眼下天空漆漆黑，道路长又长；
赶上出什么事，乘着筛子去远航——
这可实在是个坏主张。"
在远方，远远的，
乱糟糟小人儿就住在那块好地方：
他们的头绿绿的，他们的手蓝蓝的；
他们乘着筛子出海去远航。
筛子里很快进了水，可不；
海水很快进到了筛子里：
为了不弄湿，他们拿了张粉红纸，
叠整齐，用来把脚丫包严实，
再用一只别针别仔细。
他们度过了黑夜在瓦罐里；
"我们真聪明！"人人都得意：
"尽管天这么黑，路又那么远，
我们还在筛子里面打转转，
没觉得做错了或者太性急。"
在远方，远远的，
乱糟糟小人儿就住在那块好地方：
他们的头绿绿的，他们的手蓝蓝的；
他们乘着筛子出海去远航。
长夜漫漫长，他们出海去远航；
太阳落山岗，他们的口哨响，
声悠扬，把那月亮的曲子来歌唱，
棕色山脉的阴影罩身上，
铜锣一般的声