献给百万大游行的歌

作者：玛雅·安吉罗

译者：鹤潜

黑夜是那般的漫长,

创痛是那般的悲伤，

牢笼是那般的阴暗，

高墙是那般的凄凉。

死寂的天空下，

我被拽着辫子拖扯到

你望不见的遥远沙滩上。

你双手被捆绑，嘴唇被封藏，

甚至连呼唤我，也成为奢望。

无助的人儿呀，你像我一样，

在这历史的长河中，

被打上耻辱的印章。

这黑夜漫长的见不到曙光，

这创痛深深地刺进了心脏，

这牢笼阴暗的像噩梦一样，

这高墙折断了最后的希望。

可瞧啊，就在今天，

古老的精神把高歌唱响！

她那深邃的哲理，

走过了岁月，穿过了世纪，

跨过了江河，飞过了海洋。

她呐喊着：让我们紧紧相依，

喷发出拯救自己的力量！

长者们告诫说：

我们把家底早已拼光，

奴隶的枷锁，一次又一次地

为自由付出了代价。

黑夜是很漫长,

创痛是很悲伤，

牢笼是很阴暗，

高墙是很凄凉。

但生活在炼狱，让我们

耳聪目明，意志刚强!

漫漫长夜啊，

让我透过清晨的煎熬，

看到你灵魂的太阳。

我相信，肩并着肩

就能创造集体的辉煌。

剥去昔日的姿态和伪装吧，

在那硕大的棕色眼睛里，

我看见你对家人的挚爱和期望。

鼓掌吧，让我们来到这集会的殿堂，

鼓掌吧，让我们把爱相互释放，

鼓掌吧，让我们走出那冷漠的低谷，

鼓掌吧，让我们一起敞开那炙热的胸膛。

让我们走到一起，使精神升华。

让我们走到一起，使灵魂净化。

鼓掌吧，让我们抛弃对自己历史的粉饰和伪装。

鼓掌吧，让我们重新闪烁起精神的光芒。

鼓掌吧，

让喜悦融进我们的交谈，

让和谐点缀我们的卧房，

让优雅伴随我们的佳肴,

让关爱落在弱者的心上。

听啊，祖先的警世恒言

在铿锵作响：

不管历史有多么的痛楚悲怆，

我们都将永不言败，傲然耸立，

挺直着脊梁!

 

 

 

The night has been long,

The wound has been deep,

The pit has been dark,

And the walls have been steep.

 

Under a dead blue sky on a distant beach,

I was dragged by my braids just beyond your reach.

Your hands were tied, your mouth was bound,

You couldn't even call out my name.

You were helpless and so was I,

But unfortunately throughout history

You've worn a badge of shame.

 

I say, the night has been long,

The wound has been deep,

The pit has been dark

And the walls have been steep.

 

But today, voices of old spirit sound

Speak to us in words profound,

Across the years, across the centuries,

Across the oceans, and across the seas.

They say, draw near to one another,

Save your race.

You have been paid for in a distant place,

The old ones remind us that slavery's chains

Have paid for our freedom again and again.

 

The night has been long,

The pit has been deep,

The night has been dark,

And the walls have been steep.

 

The hells we have lived through and live through still,

Have sharpened our senses and toughened our will.

The night has been long.

This morning I look through your anguish

Right down to your soul.

I know that with each other we can make ourselves whole.

I look through the posture and past your disguise,

And see your love for family in your big brown eyes.

 

I say, clap hands and let's come together in this meeting ground,

I say, clap hands and let's deal with each other with love,

I say, clap hands and let us get from the low road of indifference,

Clap hands, let us come together and reveal our hearts,

Let us come together and revise our spirits,

Let us come together and cleanse our souls,

Clap hands, let's leave the preening

And stop impostering our own history.

Clap hands, call the spirits back from the ledge,

Clap hands, let us invite joy into our conversation,

Courtesy into our bedrooms,

Gentleness into our kitchen,

Care into our nursery.

 

The ancestors remind us, despite the history of pain

We are a going-on people who will rise again.

And still we rise.