Sad-Eyed Lady of the Lowlands
With your mercury mouth in the missionary times
And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes
And your silver cross, and your voice like chimes
Oh, who among them do they think could bury you?
With your pockets well protected at last
And your streetcar visions which you place on the grass
And your flesh like silk, and your face like glass
Who among them do they think could carry you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
Should I leave them by your gate
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
With your sheets like metal and your belt like lace
And your deck of cards missing the jack and the ace
And your basement clothes and your hollow face
Who among them can think he could outguess you?
With your silhouette when the sunlight dims
Into your eyes where the moonlight swims
And your matchbook songs and your gypsy hymns
Who among them would try to impress you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
Should I leave them by your gate
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
The kings of Tyrus with their convict list
Are waiting in line for their geranium kiss
And you wouldn’t know it would happen like this
But who among them really wants just to kiss you?
With your childhood flames on your midnight rug
And your Spanish manners and your mother’s drugs
And your cowboy mouth and your curfew plugs
Who among them do you think could resist you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
Should I leave them by your gate
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
Oh, the farmers and the businessmen, they all did decide
To show you the dead angels that they used to hide
But why did they pick you to sympathize with their side?
Oh, how could they ever mistake you?
They wished you’d accepted the blame for the farm
But with the sea at your feet and the phony false alarm
And with the child of a hoodlum wrapped up in your arms
How could they ever, ever persuade you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
Should I leave them by your gate
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
With your sheet-metal memory of Cannery Row
And your magazine-husband who one day just had to go
And your gentleness now, which you just can’t help but show
Who among them do you think would employ you?
Now you stand with your thief, you’re on his parole
With your holy medallion which your fingertips fold
And your saintlike face and your ghostlike soul
Oh, who among them do you think could destroy you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
Should I leave them by your gate
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
低地的愁容夫人
[美]鲍勃·迪伦
李皖 旧译，修订版
郝佳 校译
你的水银般的嘴，在传教士的年代
你的眼睛如烟似雾，你的祈祷仿佛诗文
你的银质的十字架，你的声音像钟琴
啊，他们认为他们中的谁，能埋葬你？
终于，你的衣袋保护得完好
你街车的幻影停放在草地上
你的肌肤像丝绸，你的脸仿佛玻璃
他们认为他们中的谁，能带走你？
低地的愁容夫人
愁容的先知预言——你没有男人
我仓库般的眼睛，我的阿拉伯鼓
我是不是要将它们留下，留在你的门边儿？
或者，愁容的夫人，我是否应该等待？
你的床单像金属，你的衣带仿佛花边
你的那副纸牌，遗失了J和A
你地下室的衣服和你空的脸
他们中到底会有谁，认为能看透你？
阳光转暗时留下你的侧影
照进你的眼睛那里有月光浮动
你的火柴簿上的歌，你的吉卜赛圣咏
他们认为他们中的谁，会努力给你留下印象？
低地的愁容夫人
愁容的先知预言——你没有男人
我仓库般的眼睛，我的阿拉伯鼓
我是不是要将它们留下，留在你的门边儿？
或者，愁容的夫人，我是否应该等待？
塔鲁斯的王，拿着他们的黑名单
排队等候着，天竺葵的吻
你没有想到，事情会发展得这样
但他们中的谁，真的只是想吻你？
你午夜小垫子上童年的光辉
你西班牙人的举止，你母亲的麻醉药
你牛仔般的嘴、宵禁的塞子
你以为他们中的谁，能抗拒你？
低地的愁容夫人
愁容的先知预言——你没有男人
我仓库般的眼睛，我的阿拉伯鼓
我是不是要将它们留下，留在你的门边儿？
或者，愁容的夫人，我是否应该等待？
啊，农场主和生意人，他们真的打算
把他们平时藏起来的死天使，拿给你看
但是他们为什么，竟想博得你的同情？
啊他们怎么会，竟然错看了你？
他们希望你承担农场失败的责任
但是凭着在你脚下的海和昙花一现的人
凭着在你怀抱里的强盗的孩子
他们怎么会，可能说服你？
低地的愁容夫人
愁容的先知预言——你没有男人
我仓库般的眼睛，我的阿拉伯鼓
我是不是要将它们留下，留在你的门边儿？
或者，愁容的夫人，我是否应该等待？
你的关于罐头厂街的金属片的记忆
你的有一天不得不走的杂志丈夫
你的温存如今除了展示已毫无办法
你以为他们中的谁，能享用你？
现在你和你的贼并肩站着，仿佛你和他同被假释
带着你的圣章，圣章用你的指尖包着
啊，你圣女般的脸、幽灵般的灵魂
你认为他们中的谁，能毁灭你？
低地的愁容夫人
愁容的先知预言——你没有男人
我仓库般的眼睛，我的阿拉伯鼓
我是不是要将它留下，留在你的门边儿？
或者，愁容的夫人，我是否应该等待？
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