杨苡老师是中国著名的翻译家，主要译著有《呼啸山庄》《永远不会落的太阳》《俄罗斯性格》《伟大的时刻》《天真与经验之歌》等。今天为大家推荐杨苡老师的《呼啸山庄》译本节选，供大家学习阅读。
Wuthering Heights
呼啸山庄
Emily Bronte
杨苡 译
He solicited the society of no one more. At dusk he went into his chamber. Through the whole night, and far into the morning, we heard him groaning and murmuring to himself. Hareton was anxious to enter; but I bid him fetch Mr. Kenneth, and he should go in and see him. When he came, and I requested admittance and tried to open the door, I found it locked; and Heathcliff bid us be damned. He was better, and would be left alone; so the doctor went away.
他央求不要有人来陪他。黄昏时候他到卧室里去了。整夜直到早上我们听见他呻吟自语。哈里顿极想进去，但我叫他去请肯尼兹先生，他应该进去看看他。等他来时，我请求进去，想试试开开门，我发现门锁上了。希刺克厉夫叫我们滚。他好些了，愿一个人待着，因此医生又走了。
The following evening was very wet: indeed, it poured down till day-dawn; and, as I took my morning walk round the house, I observed the master’s window swinging open, and the rain driving straight in. He cannot be in bed, I thought: those showers would drench him through. He must either be up or out. But I'll make no more ado, I'll go boldly and look.
当晚下大雨。可真是，倾盆大雨一直下到天亮。在我清晨绕屋散步时，我看到主人的窗子开着摆来摆去，雨都直接打进去了。我想，他不在床上：这场大雨要把他淋透了。他一定不是起来了就是出去了。但我也不要再胡乱猜测了，我要大胆地进去看看。
Having succeeded in obtaining entrance with another key, I ran to unclose the panels, for the chamber was vacant; quickly pushing them aside, I peeped in. Mr. Heathcliff was there-laid on his back. His eyes met mine so keen and ferce, I started; and then he seemed to smile. I could not think him dead: but his face and throat were washed with rain; the bed-clothes dripped, and he was perfectly still. The lattice, flapping to and fro, had grazed one hand that rested on the sill; no blood trickled from the broken skin, and when I put my fingers to it, I could doubt no more: he was dead and stark!
我用另一把钥匙开了门，进去之后，我就跑去打开板壁，因为那卧室是空的。我很快地把板壁推开，偷偷一看，希刺克厉夫先生在那儿——仰卧着。他的眼睛那么锐利又凶狠地望着我，我大吃一惊，跟着仿佛他又微笑了。我不能认为他是死了：可他的脸和喉咙都被雨水冲洗着。床单也在滴水，而他动也不动。窗子来回地撞，擦着放在窗台上的一只手，破皮的地方没有血流出来，我用我的手指一摸，我不能再怀疑了：他死了而且僵了!
I hasped the window; I combed his black longhair from his forehead; I tried to close his eyes: to extinguish, if possible, that frightful, life-like gaze of exultation before any one else beheld it. They would not shut: they seemed to sneer at my attempts; and his parted lips and sharp white teeth sneered too! Taken with another fit of cowardice, I cried out for Joseph. Joseph shuffled up and made a noise, but resolutely refused to meddle with him. 'Th’ divil’s harried off his soul,’ he cried,and he may hev’ his carcass into t’ bargin, for aught I care! Ech! what a wicked 'un he looks, girning at death!’ and the old sinner grinned in mockery. I thought he intended to cut a caper round the bed; but suddenly composing himself, he fell on his knees, and raised his hands, and returned thanks that the lawful master and the ancient stock were restored to their rights.
我扣上窗子把他前额上长长的黑发梳梳，我想合上他的眼睛，因为如果可能的话，我是想在任何别人来看前消灭那种可怕的、像活人似的狂喜的凝视。眼睛合不上，它们像是嘲笑我的企图，他那分开的嘴唇和鲜明的白牙齿也在嘲笑！我又感到一阵胆怯，就大叫约瑟夫。约瑟夫拖拖拉拉地上来，叫了一声，却坚决地拒绝管闲事。“魔鬼把他的魂抓去啦，”他叫，“还可以把他的尸体拿去我可不在乎！唉！他是多坏的一个人啊，对死还牙咧嘴地笑！这老罪人也讥嘲地呲牙咧嘴地笑着。我以为他还打算要围绕着床大跳一阵呢，可是他忽然镇定下来，跪下来，举起他的手，感谢上天使合法的主人与古老的世家又恢复了他们的权利。
I felt stunned by the awful event; and my memory unavoidably recurred to former times with a sort of oppressive sadness. But poor Hareton, the most wronged, was the only one who really suffered much. He sat by the corpse all night, weeping in bitter earnest. He pressed its hand, and kissed the sarcastic, savage face that every one else shrank from contemplating; and bemoaned him with that strong grief which springs naturally from a generous heart, though it be tough as tempered steel.
这可怕的事件使我昏了头：我不可避免地怀着一种压抑的悲哀回忆起往日。但是可怜的哈里顿，虽是最受委屈的，却也是唯一真正十分难受的人。他整夜坐在尸体旁边，真挚地苦苦悲泣。他握住他的手，吻那张人人都不敢注视的讥讽的、残暴的脸。他以那种从一颗慷慨宽容的心里很自然地流露出来的强烈悲痛来哀悼他，虽然那颗心是像钢一样的顽强。
Mr. Kenneth was perplexed to pronounce of what disorder the master died. I concealed the fact of his having swallowed nothing for four days, fearing it might lead to trouble, and then, I am persuaded, he did not abstain on purpose: it was the consequence of his strange illness, not the cause.
肯尼兹先生对于主人死于什么病不知该怎样宣布才好。我把他四天没吃东西的事实隐瞒起来了，生怕会引起麻烦来，可我也确信他不是故意绝食，那是他的奇怪的病的结果，不是原因。
We buried him, to the scandal of the whole neighbourhood, as he wished. Earnshaw and I, the sexton, and six men to carry the coffin, comprehended the whole attendance. The six men departed when they had let it down into the grave: we stayed to see it covered. Hareton, with a streaming face, dug green sods, and laid them over the brown mould himself: at present it is as smooth and verdant as its companion mounds-and I hope its tenant sleeps as soundly. But the country folks, if you ask them, would swear on the Bible that he walks: there are those who speak to having met him near the church, and on the moor, and even within this house. Idle tales, you’ll say, and so say I. Yet that old man by the kitchen fire affirms he has seen two on 'em looking out of his chamber window on every rainy night since his death:-and an odd thing happened to me about a month ago. I was going to the Grange one evening-a dark evening, threatening thunder-and, just at the turn of the Heights, I encountered a little boy with a sheep and two lambs before him; he was crying terribly; and I supposed the lambs were skittish, and would not be guided.
'What is the matter, my little man?’ I asked.
我们依着他希望的那样把他埋葬了，四邻都认为是怪事。恩萧、我、教堂司事和另外六个人一起抬棺木，这便是送殡全体。那六个人在他们把棺木放到坟穴里后就离去了。我们留在那儿看它掩埋好。哈里顿泪流满面，亲自掘着绿草泥铺在那棕色的坟堆上。目前这个坟已像其他坟一样的光滑青绿了——我希望这坟里的人也安睡得同样踏实。但是如果你问起乡里的人们，他们就会手按着《圣经》起誓说他还在走来走去：有些人说见过他在教堂附近，在旷野里，甚至在这所房子里。你会说这是无稽之谈，我也这么说。可是厨房火边的那个老头子肯定地说，自从他死后每逢下雨的夜晚，他就看见他们两个从他的卧室窗口向外望：——大约一个月之前我也遇见一件怪事。有天晚上我正到田庄去——一个乌黑的晚上，快要有雷雨了——就在山庄转弯的地方，我遇见一个小男孩子，他前面有一只羊和两只羊羔。他哭得很厉害，我以为是羊羔撒野，不听他话。
“怎么回事，我的小人儿?”我问。
'There’s Heathcliff and a woman yonder, under t’ nab,’ he blubbered, 'un’ I darnut pass'em.’
I saw nothing; but neither the sheep nor he would go on so I bid him take the road lower down. He probably raised the phantoms from thinking, as he traversed the moors alone, on the nonsense he had heard his parents and companions repeat. Yet, still, I don’t like being out in the dark now; and I don’t like being left by myself in this grim house: I cannot help it; I shall be glad when they leave it, and shift to the Grange.
“希刺克厉夫和一个女人在那边，在山岩底下。”他哭着，“我不敢走过。”
我什么也没看见，可是他和羊都不肯往前走，因此我就叫他从下面那条路绕过去，他也许是在他独自经过旷野时，想起他所听过的他父母和同伴们老是说起那些无稽之谈，就幻想出鬼怪来。但现在我也不愿在天黑时出去了，我也不愿一个人留在这阴惨惨的房子里。我没办法。等他们离开这儿搬到田庄去时我就高兴了。
'They are going to the Grange, then?’ I said.
'Yes,’ answered Mrs. Dean, 'as soon as they are married, and that will be on New Year’s Day.’
'And who will live here then?’
'Why, Joseph will take care of the house, and, perhaps, a lad to keep him company. They will live in the kitchen, and the rest will be shut up.’
'For the use of such ghosts as choose to inhabit it?’ I observed.
'No, Mr. Lockwood,’ said Nelly, shaking her head. 'I believe the dead are at peace: but it is not right to speak of them with levity.
At that moment the garden gate swung to; the ramblers were returning.
“那么，他们是要到田庄去啦？”我说。
“是的，”丁太太回答，“他们一结过婚就去，是在新年那天。”
“那么谁住在这里呢？”
“哎，约瑟夫照料这房子，也许，再找个小伙子跟他做伴。他们将要住在厨房里，其余的房间都锁起来。”
“鬼可以利用它住下来吧？”我说。
“不，洛克乌德先生，”耐莉说，摇摇她的头，“我相信死者是太平了，可没有权利来轻贱他们。”这时花园的门开了，遨游的人回来了。
'They are afraid of nothing,’ I grumbled, watching their approach through the window. 'Together, they would brave Satan and all his legions.’
“他们什么也不怕。”我咕噜着，从窗口望着他们走过来，“两人在一起，他们可以勇敢地应付撒旦和它所有的军队的。”
As they stepped on to the door-stones, and halted to take a last look at the moon-or, more correctly, at each other by her light-I felt irresistibly impelled to escape them again; and, pressing a remembrance into the hand of Mrs. Dean, and disregarding her expostulations at my rudeness, I vanished through the kitchen as they opened the house-door; and so should have confirmed Joseph in his opinion of his fellow-servant’s gay indiscretions, had he not fortunately recognised me for a respectable character by the sweet ring of a sovereign at his feet.
他们踏上门阶，停下来对着月亮看最后一眼——或者，更确切地说，借着月光彼此对看着——我不由自主地又想躲开他们。我把一点纪念物按到丁太太手里，不顾她抗议我的莽撞，我就在他们开房门时，从厨房里溜掉了。要不是因为我在约瑟夫脚前丢下了一块钱，很好听地当了一下，使他认出我是个体面人，他一定会认为他的同伴真的在搞风流韵事哩。
My walk home was lengthened by a diversion in the direction of the kirk. When beneath its walls, I perceived decay had made progress, even in seven months: many a window showed black gaps deprived of glass; and slates jutted off here and there, beyond the right line of the roof, to be gradually worked off incoming autumn storms. I sought, and soon discovered, the three headstones on the slope next the moor: the middle one grey and half buried in the heath; Edgar Linton’s only harmonized by the turf and moss creeping up its foot; Heathcliff’s still bare.
因为我绕路到教堂去而延长了回家的路程。当我走到教堂的墙脚下，我看出，只不过七个月的工夫，它就已经显得益发朽坏了。不止一个窗子没有玻璃，显出黑洞洞来，屋顶右边的瓦片有好几块地方凸出来，等到秋天的风雨一来，就要渐渐地掉光了。我在靠旷野的斜坡上找那三块墓碑，不久就发现了：中间的一个是灰色的，一半埋在草里；埃德加·林惇的墓碑脚下才被草皮青苔覆盖；希刺克厉夫的确还是光秃秃的。
I lingered round them, under that benign sky: watched the moths fluttering among the heath and harebells, listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass, and wondered how any one could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
我在那温和的天空下面，在这三块墓碑前流连！望着飞蛾在石楠丛和兰铃花中扑飞，听着柔风在草间吹动，我纳闷有谁能想象得出在那平静的土地下面的长眠者竟会有并不平静的睡眠。