埃涅阿斯的冥府之旅｜卷6｜维吉尔｜Virgil｜埃涅阿斯纪

埃涅阿斯的冥府之旅｜The Descent into the Underworld

He said, and wept; then spread his sails before
The winds, and reach’d at length the Cumaean shore:
Their anchors dropp’d, his crew the vessels moor.
They turn their heads to sea, their sterns to land,
And greet with greedy joy th’ Italian strand.
Some strike from clashing flints their fiery seed;
Some gather sticks, the kindled flames to feed,
Or search for hollow trees, and fell the woods,
Or trace thro’ valleys the discover’d floods.
Thus, while their sev’ral charges they fulfil,
The pious prince ascends the sacred hill
Where Phoebus is ador’d; and seeks the shade
Which hides from sight his venerable maid.
Deep in a cave the Sibyl makes abode;
Thence full of fate returns, and of the god.
Thro’ Trivia’s grove they walk; and now behold,
And enter now, the temple roof’d with gold.
When Daedalus, to fly the Cretan shore,
His heavy limbs on jointed pinions bore,
(The first who sail’d in air,) ‘t is sung by Fame,
To the Cumaean coast at length he came,
And here alighting, built this costly frame.
Inscrib’d to Phoebus, here he hung on high
The steerage of his wings, that cut the sky:
Then o’er the lofty gate his art emboss’d
Androgeos’ death, and off’rings to his ghost;
Sev’n youths from Athens yearly sent, to meet
The fate appointed by revengeful Crete.
And next to those the dreadful urn was plac’d,
In which the destin’d names by lots were cast:
The mournful parents stand around in tears,
And rising Crete against their shore appears.
There too, in living sculpture, might be seen
The mad affection of the Cretan queen;
Then how she cheats her bellowing lover’s eye;
The rushing leap, the doubtful progeny,
The lower part a beast, a man above,
The monument of their polluted love.
Not far from thence he grav’d the wondrous maze,
A thousand doors, a thousand winding ways:
Here dwells the monster, hid from human view,
Not to be found, but by the faithful clew;
Till the kind artist, mov’d with pious grief,
Lent to the loving maid this last relief,
And all those erring paths describ’d so well
That Theseus conquer’d and the monster fell.
Here hapless Icarus had found his part,
Had not the father’s grief restrain’d his art.
He twice assay’d to cast his son in gold;
Twice from his hands he dropp’d the forming mold.

他说了这话，放声痛哭；随后展开风帆，迎风起航，
借着风力，终于抵达库玛海岸。
众人投下锚索，水手们将船停泊。
船头朝向大海，船尾朝向陆地，
满怀贪恋的喜悦迎接那意大利的海滨。
有人用燧石相击，打出火星点燃火苗；
有人搜集柴薪，投进燃起的火中；
或在林中寻找空心树干，砍伐树林为火材，
或沿谷地追寻已发现的溪流与水源。
就这样，各自忙着分工做事，
那虔敬的君主登上了圣丘，
在那儿敬拜福玻斯（阿波罗），并寻觅那可掩圣母的荫蔽处，
那荫蔽隐藏了他那受人敬仰的女祭司。
西比尔女预言家居住在深处的洞穴中；
她从那里归来，口含天命，受神灵启示。
他们穿过三道女神的小树林；此刻映入眼帘的是，
他们进入一座金顶华盖的神庙。
当代达罗斯欲飞离克里特岛时，
他用接合的翅膀承载那沉重的身躯，
（史上首位乘风翱翔者，传闻如此歌颂，）
终于来到库玛海岸，
他在此降落，并建起了这座华贵的建筑。
献给福玻斯的牌匾高悬在此，
上面刻着他那曾劈空而行的翅膀的舵柄。
随后他在高大的门楣上以巧匠之技刻画，
描绘安德洛格厄俄斯的死亡，并陈列对其亡魂的祭品；
每年有七名少年从雅典被送来，
去迎接那由复仇心切的克里特定下的命运。
在那些旁又置放着可怖的骨灰坛，
在那坛中通过抽签决定了受难者的姓名：
悲恸的父母围立其侧，泪流满面，
远处克里特岛的轮廓在海面上渐显，仿佛向它们的海岸升起。
那里还有活灵活现的雕塑可见，
描绘克里特女王那疯狂的热情；
再现她如何欺瞒那吼叫的情人之眼；
描写那猛然一跃，及由此产生的可疑后裔，
下半身为兽，上半身为人，
成为他们亵渎之恋的纪念。
离此不远，他又刻画了那奇异的迷宫，
千门万径，回环曲折无数：
怪物就栖居在此，隐匿于人目之外，
唯有凭那忠实的线索才可寻出；
直到那仁慈的工匠，出于虔诚的怜悯与悲痛所动，
将最终的帮扶借予那多情的少女，
并将所有迷失的路径描述得如此清晰，
以致忒修斯得以征服，怪物最终陨落。
在这里，不幸的伊卡洛斯本该找到他的命分，
若非父亲的悲痛使技艺有所节制。
他曾两次尝试以黄金铸造他的儿子；
两次在手中时，铸模又从他手中滑落破裂。

All this with wond’ring eyes Aeneas view’d;
Each varying object his delight renew’d:
Eager to read the rest—Achates came,
And by his side the mad divining dame,
The priestess of the god, Deiphobe her name.
“Time suffers not,” she said, “to feed your eyes
With empty pleasures; haste the sacrifice.
Sev’n bullocks, yet unyok’d, for Phoebus choose,
And for Diana sev’n unspotted ewes.”
This said, the servants urge the sacred rites,
While to the temple she the prince invites.
A spacious cave, within its farmost part,
Was hew’d and fashion’d by laborious art
Thro’ the hill’s hollow sides: before the place,
A hundred doors a hundred entries grace;
As many voices issue, and the sound
Of Sybil’s words as many times rebound.
Now to the mouth they come. Aloud she cries:
“This is the time; enquire your destinies.
He comes; behold the god!” Thus while she said,
(And shiv’ring at the sacred entry stay’d,)
Her color chang’d; her face was not the same,
And hollow groans from her deep spirit came.
Her hair stood up; convulsive rage possess’d
Her trembling limbs, and heav’d her lab’ring breast.
Greater than humankind she seem’d to look,
And with an accent more than mortal spoke.
Her staring eyes with sparkling fury roll;
When all the god came rushing on her soul.
Swiftly she turn’d, and, foaming as she spoke:
“Why this delay?” she cried, “the pow’rs invoke!
Thy pray’rs alone can open this abode;
Else vain are my demands, and dumb the god.”

这时，埃涅阿斯满怀惊叹地凝视着这一切，
眼前每一幕景象都使他的喜悦重燃。
他正渴望继续探寻，阿卡特斯走近，
身旁伴着那狂热的女祭司——
她是神的先知，名叫德伊福柏。
“此刻，不可再浪费时间，”她说道，
“莫让双眼贪恋空虚的美景；快去献祭吧——
为福玻斯挑选七头尚未受轭的公牛，
为狄安娜（阿耳忒弥斯）选取七只洁白无瑕的母羊。”
话毕，侍从们急忙预备神圣的祭礼，
而她引领王子步入庙宇深处。
那是一座宽阔的山洞，
在山腹的尽头由人力凿成；
洞口之前，
百门并列，百道通途，
同样的回声百倍反响，
女祭司的每一句话都化为百声震荡。
他们来到洞口前，
她高声呼喊：
“时机已到——去探寻你的命运！
他来了——看啊，那神灵！”
她说着话，身体在圣洞入口颤抖，
面色骤变，容颜全非，
深处传出幽暗的呻吟；
她的头发倒竖，狂乱之气侵入她的肢体，
她的胸膛急促起伏，
似乎有一股超越人类的力量附在她身上。
她的双眼闪耀着神性的怒焰，
当那神灵的力量完全降临她的灵魂——
她迅速转身，口吐白沫，怒声道：
“为何迟疑？呼唤诸神吧！
唯有你的祈祷能开启此门，
否则我的言语徒然，神灵将缄默无声。”

She said no more. The trembling Trojans hear,
O’erspread with a damp sweat and holy fear.
The prince himself, with awful dread possess’d,
His vows to great Apollo thus address’d:
“Indulgent god, propitious pow’r to Troy,
Swift to relieve, unwilling to destroy,
Directed by whose hand the Dardan dart
Pierc’d the proud Grecian’s only mortal part:
Thus far, by fate’s decrees and thy commands,
Thro’ ambient seas and thro’ devouring sands,
Our exil’d crew has sought th’ Ausonian ground;
And now, at length, the flying coast is found.
Thus far the fate of Troy, from place to place,
With fury has pursued her wand’ring race.
Here cease, ye pow’rs, and let your vengeance end:
Troy is no more, and can no more offend.
And thou, O sacred maid, inspir’d to see
Th’ event of things in dark futurity;
Give me what Heav’n has promis’d to my fate,
To conquer and command the Latian state;
To fix my wand’ring gods, and find a place
For the long exiles of the Trojan race.
Then shall my grateful hands a temple rear
To the twin gods, with vows and solemn pray’r;
And annual rites, and festivals, and games,
Shall be perform’d to their auspicious names.
Nor shalt thou want thy honors in my land;
For there thy faithful oracles shall stand,
Preserv’d in shrines; and ev’ry sacred lay,
Which, by thy mouth, Apollo shall convey:
All shall be treasur’d by a chosen train
Of holy priests, and ever shall remain.
But O! commit not thy prophetic mind
To flitting leaves, the sport of ev’ry wind,
Lest they disperse in air our empty fate;
Write not, but, what the pow’rs ordain, relate.”
Struggling in vain, impatient of her load,
And lab’ring underneath the pond’rous god,
The more she strove to shake him from her breast,
With more and far superior force he press’d;
Commands his entrance, and, without control,
Usurps her organs and inspires her soul.
Now, with a furious blast, the hundred doors
Ope of themselves; a rushing whirlwind roars
Within the cave, and Sibyl’s voice restores:
“Escap’d the dangers of the wat’ry reign,
Yet more and greater ills by land remain.
The coast, so long desir’d (nor doubt th’ event),
Thy troops shall reach, but, having reach’d, repent.
Wars, horrid wars, I view—a field of blood,
And Tiber rolling with a purple flood.
Simois nor Xanthus shall be wanting there:
A new Achilles shall in arms appear,
And he, too, goddess-born. Fierce Juno’s hate,
Added to hostile force, shall urge thy fate.
To what strange nations shalt not thou resort,
Driv’n to solicit aid at ev’ry court!
The cause the same which Ilium once oppress’d;
A foreign mistress, and a foreign guest.
But thou, secure of soul, unbent with woes,
The more thy fortune frowns, the more oppose.
The dawnings of thy safety shall be shown
From whence thou least shalt hope, a Grecian town.”
Thus, from the dark recess, the Sibyl spoke,
And the resisting air the thunder broke;
The cave rebellow’d, and the temple shook.
Th’ ambiguous god, who rul’d her lab’ring breast,
In these mysterious words his mind express’d;
Some truths reveal’d, in terms involv’d the rest.
At length her fury fell, her foaming ceas’d,
And, ebbing in her soul, the god decreas’d.
Then thus the chief: “No terror to my view,
No frightful face of danger can be new.
Inur’d to suffer, and resolv’d to dare,
The Fates, without my pow’r, shall be without my care.
This let me crave, since near your grove the road
To hell lies open, and the dark abode
Which Acheron surrounds, th’ innavigable flood;
Conduct me thro’ the regions void of light,
And lead me longing to my father’s sight.
For him, a thousand dangers I have sought,
And, rushing where the thickest Grecians fought,
Safe on my back the sacred burthen brought.
He, for my sake, the raging ocean tried,
And wrath of Heav’n, my still auspicious guide,
And bore beyond the strength decrepid age supplied.
Oft, since he breath’d his last, in dead of night
His reverend image stood before my sight;
Enjoin’d to seek, below, his holy shade;
Conducted there by your unerring aid.
But you, if pious minds by pray’rs are won,
Oblige the father, and protect the son.
Yours is the pow’r; nor Proserpine in vain
Has made you priestess of her nightly reign.
If Orpheus, arm’d with his enchanting lyre,
The ruthless king with pity could inspire,
And from the shades below redeem his wife;
If Pollux, off’ring his alternate life,
Could free his brother, and can daily go
By turns aloft, by turns descend below—/L>
Why name I Theseus, or his greater friend,
Who trod the downward path, and upward could ascend?
Not less than theirs from Jove my lineage came;
My mother greater, my descent the same.”
So pray’d the Trojan prince, and, while he pray’d,
His hand upon the holy altar laid.

她不再言语，颤抖的特洛伊人聆听，
全身湿透，心中充满神圣的敬畏。
王子本人，被惊惧笼罩，
向伟大的阿波罗献上誓言：
“仁慈的神啊，特洛伊的庇护者，
快速援助，却不愿毁灭，
是谁引导那达达尼安之矛，
穿透傲慢希腊人的唯一致命之处。
迄今为止，皆因命运与你的旨意，
越过汹涌海洋，穿过吞噬之沙，
我们流亡的船队已抵达奥索尼亚的土地；
而今，终于找到那逃逸的海岸。
特洛伊的命运，辗转于各地，
怒火追赶着她流离的子民。
天神啊，止步吧，让你们的复仇终结：
特洛伊已灭，再无犯过之力。
而你，神圣少女，受启示得以洞察，
黑暗未来的事件；
赐我命运所应承的天命，
征服并统治拉蒂乌姆诸国；
安置我流亡的神祇，并为
特洛伊人流亡者找到栖息之地。
到时我将以感恩之心建造神庙，
献给双神，以誓言与庄严祈祷；
每年举行祭典、节庆与竞技，
以祈福于神圣名号。
你在我的土地上也将享受荣耀；
你的神谕将永存于此，
保存于圣所，所有神圣歌咏，
经由你的口，阿波罗传达，
皆由选定的祭司收藏，
永世保存，不得湮灭。
但啊！不要将你的预言心智，
交付给随风漂动的叶片，
免得吹散虚空的命运；
不必书写，只需述说天意所定。”
她徒劳挣扎，不耐重负，
承受沉重神力之压，
她愈力图驱逐神灵离身，
神力愈加强大，压迫远超她所能。
迫使其入体，不受阻拦，
篡夺其形体，启迪她的灵魂。
此刻，百扇门猛然开启，
狂风怒号于洞穴之内，
西比尔之声回荡洞中：
“你已逃脱水域的危险，
陆地上仍有更大苦难等待。
长久渴望的海岸（结果毋庸怀疑），
你们将抵达，却抵达后悔恨满怀。
我看到战争，恐怖的战争——血色战场，
台伯河翻滚着紫色洪流。
西摩伊斯河与赞索斯河亦必出现；
新的阿基里斯将现身战场，
他同样为神所生，朱诺的强烈仇恨，
再加敌对力量，将推动你的命运。
你将不得不求助于何等陌生民族，
被迫在各宫廷寻求援助！
原因与伊利昂昔日受压相同；
外来的女主人，外来的宾客。
然而你，心志坚定，不为苦难所屈，
运势愈逆，愈当奋起反抗。
你的安全曙光，将自意想不到之处显现，
从你最不期望的希腊小镇而来。”
女先知从幽暗深处如此说道，
雷霆击破阻拦空气；
洞穴回响，神庙震动。
那神秘之神，掌控她劳作的心胸，
以神秘之言表露意志；
暗示部分真理，其余含蓄不明。
最终她的狂怒消散，口沫止息，
神力自她灵魂退去，渐渐减弱。
于是首领说道：“我目光不惧，
危险之相再不可怕。
习于忍受，决心迎险，
命运虽无权掌控，我自不担忧。
我祈求此事，因你林近旁，通往
冥界之路敞开，幽暗居所，
阿刻伦河环绕，难以航行；
带我穿越无光之境，
引我前往父亲面前。
为了他，我历经千险，
冲入希腊人最密集的战场，
安全背负神圣使命。
他为我，渡过狂怒之海，
天怒虽临，我仍受吉神引导，
承载超越衰老之力所能及。
自他断气以来，夜半时分常见
他尊贵的形象出现在我眼前；
被命令下寻其圣影；
有你不误的神力引领至此。
但你啊，如虔诚者可以祈祷感动，
请庇护父亲，也护佑其子。
这权力属于你；普洛塞庇娜非徒然
任命你为夜间统治的女祭司。
若奥菲斯凭神琴，
能使无情王者生出怜悯，
将妻子从阴影中拯救；
若波吕克斯以交替生命，
能解兄之困，并可每日交替升降—
往返阴阳两界—
我何必提忒修斯或其伟大朋友，
既能下行阴府，又能上升天界？
我出自朱庇特血脉，不逊于他们；
我母更伟大，我后裔相同。”
特洛伊王子如此祈祷，
祈祷时双手置于神圣祭坛。

Then thus replied the prophetess divine:
“O goddess-born of great Anchises’ line,
The gates of hell are open night and day;
Smooth the descent, and easy is the way:
But to return, and view the cheerful skies,
In this the task and mighty labor lies.
To few great Jupiter imparts this grace,
And those of shining worth and heav’nly race.
Betwixt those regions and our upper light,
Deep forests and impenetrable night
Possess the middle space: th’ infernal bounds
Cocytus, with his sable waves, surrounds.
But if so dire a love your soul invades,
As twice below to view the trembling shades;
If you so hard a toil will undertake,
As twice to pass th’ innavigable lake;
Receive my counsel. In the neighb’ring grove
There stands a tree; the queen of Stygian Jove
Claims it her own; thick woods and gloomy night
Conceal the happy plant from human sight.
One bough it bears; but (wondrous to behold!)
The ductile rind and leaves of radiant gold:
This from the vulgar branches must be torn,
And to fair Proserpine the present borne,
Ere leave be giv’n to tempt the nether skies.
The first thus rent a second will arise,
And the same metal the same room supplies.
Look round the wood, with lifted eyes, to see
The lurking gold upon the fatal tree:
Then rend it off, as holy rites command;
The willing metal will obey thy hand,
Following with ease, if favor’d by thy fate,
Thou art foredoom’d to view the Stygian state:
If not, no labor can the tree constrain;
And strength of stubborn arms and steel are vain.
Besides, you know not, while you here attend,
Th’ unworthy fate of your unhappy friend:
Breathless he lies; and his unburied ghost,
Depriv’d of fun’ral rites, pollutes your host.
Pay first his pious dues; and, for the dead,
Two sable sheep around his hearse be led;
Then, living turfs upon his body lay:
This done, securely take the destin’d way,
To find the regions destitute of day.”

于是，神圣的女预言家回答道：
“啊，伟大安基塞斯血脉的神裔，
地狱之门昼夜敞开；
下行平坦，道路易行；
但若要返回，再见晴朗天空，
此乃艰难重任与巨大劳苦所在。
只有少数人能获朱庇特赐予此恩典，
且这些人须有显赫之德与神族血统。
在这些冥界与我们上界的光明之间，
深林与不可穿透的黑暗
占据中间之地；冥界界限
由黑色波涛环绕的科科托斯所守。
但若你心中燃起如此强烈的爱，
愿两次下冥府，去瞻仰颤抖的亡灵；
若你愿承担如此艰难的劳苦，
两次渡过那不可航行之湖；
请听我劝告。在邻近的树林里
有一棵树；冥界朱庇特的女王
认作己有；浓密的树林与幽暗
将这幸福之植隐藏于人目之外。
它只结一枝；但（奇异可观！）
枝干柔韧，叶片闪耀金光：
此枝必须从平常树干上折下，
并献给美丽的普洛塞庇娜，
方可获准去试探冥下天空。
首枝折下，第二枝必随之而生，
同样的金属供给同样的位置。
环顾四周树林，抬眼观察，
以发现那致命树上的隐藏黄金；
然后按圣礼折下它；
顺从的金属必听从你的手，
若命运眷顾，你将易如反掌，
你注定将见证斯堤克的冥界；
若非如此，树无劳可强；
倔强的臂力与钢铁也徒然。
此外，你在此停留之时，还不知
你不幸友人的命运多么不堪：
他气息全无，躺卧未葬，
无礼葬仪，使你主人的地位受污。
先履行他应得的孝道；为死者，
两只黑色绵羊环绕他的灵柩；
然后在他身上覆盖活草；
此毕，方可安心踏上命定之路，
前往那无光的幽冥之境。”

She said, and held her peace. Aeneas went
Sad from the cave, and full of discontent,
Unknowing whom the sacred Sibyl meant.
Achates, the companion of his breast,
Goes grieving by his side, with equal cares oppress’d.
Walking, they talk’d, and fruitlessly divin’d
What friend the priestess by those words design’d.
But soon they found an object to deplore:
Misenus lay extended the shore;
Son of the God of Winds: none so renown’d
The warrior trumpet in the field to sound;
With breathing brass to kindle fierce alarms,
And rouse to dare their fate in honorable arms.
He serv’d great Hector, and was ever near,
Not with his trumpet only, but his spear.
But by Pelides’ arms when Hector fell,
He chose Aeneas; and he chose as well.
Swoln with applause, and aiming still at more,
He now provokes the sea gods from the shore;
With envy Triton heard the martial sound,
And the bold champion, for his challenge, drown’d;
Then cast his mangled carcass on the strand:
The gazing crowd around the body stand.
All weep; but most Aeneas mourns his fate,
And hastens to perform the funeral state.
In altar-wise, a stately pile they rear;
The basis broad below, and top advanc’d in air.
An ancient wood, fit for the work design’d,
(The shady covert of the salvage kind,)
The Trojans found: the sounding ax is plied;
Firs, pines, and pitch trees, and the tow’ring pride
Of forest ashes, feel the fatal stroke,
And piercing wedges cleave the stubborn oak.
Huge trunks of trees, fell’d from the steepy crown
Of the bare mountains, roll with ruin down.
Arm’d like the rest the Trojan prince appears,
And by his pious labor urges theirs.

她说罢，便沉默不语。埃涅阿斯
悲伤地离开洞穴，满心不满，
却不知圣女西比尔所指的是谁。
阿卡特斯，他的挚友，伴在身旁，
同样忧愁，心头负重。
行走间，他们交谈，却徒劳地揣测，
女祭司的话究竟指向哪位朋友。
不久，他们发现了令人哀悼的对象：
米塞努斯横卧在海岸上；
他是风神之子：战场上无人比他更著名，
用号角吹响勇士的战歌；
铜管呼啸，激起猛烈警报，
唤勇士们在光荣的武器下迎接命运。
他曾效力于伟大的赫克托尔，常伴其左右，
不仅持号角，也持长矛。
但当赫克托尔在佩利得斯武器下倒下时，
他选择追随埃涅阿斯，也同样忠心于他。
他因赞誉而自满，仍渴求更多，
如今在岸上挑衅海神；
忒里同因嫉妒听到战声，
勇敢的战士因此被淹没；
随后，他的残肢被抛到海岸上：
众人围立其周，目睹尸体。
众人皆哭泣，但尤以埃涅阿斯为哀，
他急忙准备完成葬礼仪式。
他们筑起高大的祭坛式火堆；
底座宽阔，上端高耸入空。
特洛伊人找到了一片适合的古木林，
（荒野中遮蔽的阴影之地，）
斧声响起；
杉木、松树、松脂树，以及高耸的白蜡林，
都遭受致命的斧击，
楔子刺入，劈开坚硬的橡木。
巨大的树干，从光秃山巅被砍下，
随滚落而带来毁灭。
特洛伊王子亦披甲如众人，
以虔诚的劳动激励他们同心工作。

Thus while he wrought, revolving in his mind
The ways to compass what his wish design’d,
He cast his eyes upon the gloomy grove,
And then with vows implor’d the Queen of Love:
“O may thy pow’r, propitious still to me,
Conduct my steps to find the fatal tree,
In this deep forest; since the Sibyl’s breath
Foretold, alas! too true, Misenus’ death.”
Scarce had he said, when, full before his sight,
Two doves, descending from their airy flight,
Secure upon the grassy plain alight.
He knew his mother’s birds; and thus he pray’d:
“Be you my guides, with your auspicious aid,
And lead my footsteps, till the branch be found,
Whose glitt’ring shadow gilds the sacred ground.
And thou, great parent, with celestial care,
In this distress be present to my pray’r!”
Thus having said, he stopp’d with watchful sight,
Observing still the motions of their flight,
What course they took, what happy signs they shew.
They fed, and, flutt’ring, by degrees withdrew
Still farther from the place, but still in view:
Hopping and flying, thus they led him on
To the slow lake, whose baleful stench to shun
They wing’d their flight aloft; then, stooping low,
Perch’d on the double tree that bears the golden bough.
Thro’ the green leafs the glitt’ring shadows glow;
As, on the sacred oak, the wintry mistletoe,
Where the proud mother views her precious brood,
And happier branches, which she never sow’d.
Such was the glitt’ring; such the ruddy rind,
And dancing leaves, that wanton’d in the wind.
He seiz’d the shining bough with griping hold,
And rent away, with ease, the ling’ring gold;
Then to the Sibyl’s palace bore the prize.
Meantime the Trojan troops, with weeping eyes,
To dead Misenus pay his obsequies.
First, from the ground a lofty pile they rear,
Of pitch trees, oaks, and pines, and unctuous fir:
The fabric’s front with cypress twigs they strew,
And stick the sides with boughs of baleful yew.
The topmost part his glitt’ring arms adorn;
Warm waters, then, in brazen caldrons borne,
Are pour’d to wash his body, joint by joint,
And fragrant oils the stiffen’d limbs anoint.
With groans and cries Misenus they deplore:
Then on a bier, with purple cover’d o’er,
The breathless body, thus bewail’d, they lay,
And fire the pile, their faces turn’d away—/L>
Such reverend rites their fathers us’d to pay.
Pure oil and incense on the fire they throw,
And fat of victims, which his friends bestow.
These gifts the greedy flames to dust devour;
Then on the living coals red wine they pour;
And, last, the relics by themselves dispose,
Which in a brazen urn the priests inclose.
Old Corynaeus compass’d thrice the crew,
And dipp’d an olive branch in holy dew;
Which thrice he sprinkled round, and thrice aloud
Invok’d the dead, and then dismissed the crowd.
But good Aeneas order’d on the shore
A stately tomb, whose top a trumpet bore,
A soldier’s fauchion, and a seaman’s oar.
Thus was his friend interr’d; and deathless fame
Still to the lofty cape consigns his name.
These rites perform’d, the prince, without delay,
Hastes to the nether world his destin’d way.
Deep was the cave; and, downward as it went
From the wide mouth, a rocky rough descent;
And here th’ access a gloomy grove defends,
And there th’ unnavigable lake extends,
O’er whose unhappy waters, void of light,
No bird presumes to steer his airy flight;
Such deadly stenches from the depths arise,
And steaming sulphur, that infects the skies.
From hence the Grecian bards their legends make,
And give the name Avernus to the lake.
Four sable bullocks, in the yoke untaught,
For sacrifice the pious hero brought.
The priestess pours the wine betwixt their horns;
Then cuts the curling hair; that first oblation burns,
Invoking Hecate hither to repair:
A pow’rful name in hell and upper air.
The sacred priests with ready knives bereave
The beasts of life, and in full bowls receive
The streaming blood: a lamb to Hell and Night
(The sable wool without a streak of white)
Aeneas offers; and, by fate’s decree,
A barren heifer, Proserpine, to thee,
With holocausts he Pluto’s altar fills;
Sev’n brawny bulls with his own hand he kills;
Then on the broiling entrails oil he pours;
Which, ointed thus, the raging flame devours.
Late the nocturnal sacrifice begun,
Nor ended till the next returning sun.
Then earth began to bellow, trees to dance,
And howling dogs in glimm’ring light advance,
Ere Hecate came. “Far hence be souls profane!”
The Sibyl cried, “and from the grove abstain!
Now, Trojan, take the way thy fates afford;
Assume thy courage, and unsheathe thy sword.”
She said, and pass’d along the gloomy space;
The prince pursued her steps with equal pace.
Ye realms, yet unreveal’d to human sight,
Ye gods who rule the regions of the night,
Ye gliding ghosts, permit me to relate
The mystic wonders of your silent state!
Obscure they went thro’ dreary shades, that led
Along the waste dominions of the dead.
Thus wander travelers in woods by night,
By the moon’s doubtful and malignant light,
When Jove in dusky clouds involves the skies,
And the faint crescent shoots by fits before their eyes.

于是，他心中思量如何达成心愿，
反复推敲谋划的路径，
他凝视那幽暗的树林，
随即以誓言祈求爱神女王：
“愿你的力量仍对我有利，
引导我找到那命定之树，
在这深林之中；因西比尔曾预言，
哎，实在太真，米塞努斯的死讯。”
话音未落，眼前便出现，
两只鸽子从空中飞下，
安稳地落在草地上。
他认出母亲的鸟，便祈祷道：
“请你们为我指引方向，以吉兆相助，
引我找到那枝金色树杈，
那枝闪耀的影子覆盖圣地。
还有你，我伟大的父亲，凭天上之力，
在我困境之中聆听我的祈祷！”
说罢，他凝视鸽子的动向，静心观察，
关注它们的飞行轨迹，
它们走向何处，显现何种吉兆。
它们啄食之后，慢慢飞远，
离地稍远，却仍在视线之内；
它们跳跃飞行，引领他前行，
直到那缓流湖泊，为避其恶臭，
它们先高飞，随后俯冲而下，
停在那结有金枝的双干树上。
绿叶间闪烁的影光熠熠生辉；
如同神圣橡树上，冬季的槲寄生，
母鸟骄傲地俯视珍贵的雏鸟，
以及那些她未曾播种却更繁茂的枝条。
光芒闪耀，树皮红润，
叶子在风中摇曳嬉舞。
他紧握闪亮的树枝，
轻松拔下那缠绕其间的金枝；
随后将战利品带回女先知的宫殿。
与此同时，特洛伊人泪眼婆娑，
为死去的米塞努斯举行葬礼。
他们先在地上堆起高高的火葬柴堆，
用沥青树、橡树、松树和油脂松木搭建；
其正面撒上柏树枝，
侧面插上有毒的紫杉枝条。
顶端放置他闪亮的武器；
然后用铜锅盛热水，
分关节为他洗涤尸体，
并以香油涂抹僵硬的肢体。
他们悲鸣哀悼米塞努斯：
随后将尸体置于覆紫布的担架上，
这样安放这无生命的躯体，
点燃柴堆，转过脸去——
这正是他们祖先敬行的仪式。
他们向火中撒入香油与香料，
以及朋友所献祭品的脂肪。
贪婪的火焰将这些礼物化为灰烬；
随后在炽热的炭火上倒入红酒；
最后，将遗物整理妥当，
由祭司置入铜制棺罐中。
老科里奈乌斯绕祭队三周，
用圣露蘸橄榄枝，
三次洒在四周，高声三次
祈求亡者安息，然后遣散人群。
然而，英勇的埃涅阿斯在岸上
修建了宏伟的陵墓，顶上竖有号角，
放置士兵的短剑与水手的桨。
他的朋友就这样安葬；不朽的名声
永远留在高耸的海角。
仪式完毕，王子毫不耽搁，
急速踏上通往冥界的命定之路。
洞穴深邃，向下延伸，
从宽阔入口处起，是崎岖的岩石下坡；
此处入口被幽暗树林守护，
那边则是无法通航的湖泊延展，
湖面不见光亮，水域悲惨，
没有鸟敢于飞越；
深处散发致命的恶臭，
蒸腾的硫磺熏天。
希腊诗人由此创造传奇故事，
将此湖命名为阿韦尔努斯湖。
四头未曾套轭的黑色小牛，
作为祭品由虔诚的英雄带来。
女祭司将酒倒入牛角之间；
然后剪下卷曲毛发；首个祭品焚烧，
祈请赫卡忒前来；
此名在地狱与苍穹皆有威力。
神圣的祭司以利刃夺取生命，
将牛血收于大碗之中：
还献上小羊，以奉地狱与黑夜，
（全黑羊毛，无一白丝）
埃涅阿斯献上；依命运之定，
还有不育母牛，奉献给普洛塞庇娜，
他用全祭填满普卢托的祭坛；
七头强壮公牛由他亲手宰杀；
然后将油倒在炙热内脏上，
涂油后，烈火吞噬祭品。
夜祭开始得较晚，
直到翌日太阳升起才结束。
大地低吼，树木摇曳，
狂吠的猎犬在微光中奔来，
赫卡忒尚未来临。“邪灵远离此地！”
女先知呼喊，“勿入树林！”
现在，特洛伊人，走你命运之路；
鼓起勇气，拔出你的利剑。”
她说罢，穿过幽暗之地而去；
王子紧随其后，步伐一致。
哦，尚未为人类所见的诸境，
夜之诸神，掌控黑暗之地，
飘渺幽灵，请允许我叙说，
你们寂静国度的神秘奇观！
他们穿行幽暗阴影，沿着荒芜死者领土而行，
踏遍死者荒凉的疆域。
夜间行人亦如是，
倚着月亮那疑惑而阴险的光，
当朱庇特以昏暗云雾笼罩天空，
微弱的新月断续地映入他们眼中。

Just in the gate and in the jaws of hell,
Revengeful Cares and sullen Sorrows dwell,
And pale Diseases, and repining Age,
Want, Fear, and Famine’s unresisted rage;
Here Toils, and Death, and Death’s half-brother, Sleep,
Forms terrible to view, their sentry keep;
With anxious Pleasures of a guilty mind,
Deep Frauds before, and open Force behind;
The Furies’ iron beds; and Strife, that shakes
Her hissing tresses and unfolds her snakes.
Full in the midst of this infernal road,
An elm displays her dusky arms abroad:
The God of Sleep there hides his heavy head,
And empty dreams on ev’ry leaf are spread.
Of various forms unnumber’d specters more,
Centaurs, and double shapes, besiege the door.
Before the passage, horrid Hydra stands,
And Briareus with all his hundred hands;
Gorgons, Geryon with his triple frame;
And vain Chimaera vomits empty flame.
The chief unsheath’d his shining steel, prepar’d,
Tho’ seiz’d with sudden fear, to force the guard,
Off’ring his brandish’d weapon at their face;
Had not the Sibyl stopp’d his eager pace,
And told him what those empty phantoms were:
Forms without bodies, and impassive air.
Hence to deep Acheron they take their way,
Whose troubled eddies, thick with ooze and clay,
Are whirl’d aloft, and in Cocytus lost.
There Charon stands, who rules the dreary coasT’mdash;/L>
A sordid god: down from his hoary chin
A length of beard descends, uncomb’d, unclean;
His eyes, like hollow furnaces on fire;
A girdle, foul with grease, binds his obscene attire.
He spreads his canvas; with his pole he steers;
The freights of flitting ghosts in his thin bottom bears.
He look’d in years; yet in his years were seen
A youthful vigor and autumnal green.
An airy crowd came rushing where he stood,
Which fill’d the margin of the fatal flood:
Husbands and wives, boys and unmarried maids,
And mighty heroes’ more majestic shades,
And youths, intomb’d before their fathers’ eyes,
With hollow groans, and shrieks, and feeble cries.
Thick as the leaves in autumn strow the woods,
Or fowls, by winter forc’d, forsake the floods,
And wing their hasty flight to happier lands;
Such, and so thick, the shiv’ring army stands,
And press for passage with extended hands.
Now these, now those, the surly boatman bore:
The rest he drove to distance from the shore.
The hero, who beheld with wond’ring eyes
The tumult mix’d with shrieks, laments, and cries,
Ask’d of his guide, what the rude concourse meant;
Why to the shore the thronging people bent;
What forms of law among the ghosts were us’d;
Why some were ferried o’er, and some refus’d.

恰在地狱之门与深渊之间，
复仇的忧虑与阴沉的悲伤栖息于此，
苍白的疾病，以及抱怨的老年，
匮乏、恐惧与饥荒的狂暴无法抗拒；
此处有劳役、死亡，以及死亡的同母异父兄弟——睡眠，
以可怖之形守卫此地；
带着有罪之心的焦虑欢愉，
前有深沉欺诈，后有明面强力；
复仇女神的铁床；以及摇动蛇发的纷争，
她的头发嘶嘶作响，蛇形伸展。
在这地狱之路的中央，
一株榆树伸展她黯淡的枝杈；
睡神在此隐藏沉重的头颅，
虚幻的梦在每片叶上蔓延。
还有无数不同形态的幽灵，
半人马与双形者，围困门户。
在通道前，恐怖的九头蛇矗立，
百臂布里阿雷斯也在此；
戈尔贡三女怪，三身格律翁；
徒然的奇美拉喷吐空火。
英雄拔出闪亮的利剑，准备应战，
尽管心中突生恐惧，要突破守卫，
挥剑向他们面前亮出武器；
若非西比尔阻止他急切的步伐，
并告知那些空幻幽灵的真相：
无形之体，冷漠虚无。
于是他们前往深邃的阿刻戎河，
河水混浊，夹带淤泥与泥土，
旋涡翻腾，终汇入科库托斯。
查伦站在那里，统治着荒凉河岸——
一位卑鄙的神：从他灰白的下巴
悬垂着杂乱、不洁的长胡须；
眼睛如同燃烧的空炉；
腰间油污斑斑的带子束住猥亵的衣衫。
他铺开船帆，用桨撑舵；
以单薄的船体承载飘动幽魂。
他看似年迈；但岁月中仍显露
青年活力与秋日的青翠。
一群轻盈幽魂奔涌至他身旁，
填满了致命河流的岸边；
丈夫与妻子，男孩与未嫁少女，
以及伟大英雄更为雄伟的幽魂，
年轻人，在父亲眼前就已入土，
发出空洞的呻吟、尖叫与微弱呼号。
密集如秋天洒落林间的叶子，
或鸟类被冬天迫使离开水域，
展翅急飞，奔向更幸福的土地；
如此密集，颤抖的幽军立于此地，
伸手争夺渡河之路。
船夫载过这一批，又载过那一批：
其余的被驱赶离岸而去。
英雄惊异地注视着，
这混杂着尖叫、哀叹与哭喊的骚动，
向向导问道，这杂乱人群意味着什么；
为何人群蜂拥至岸边；
鬼魂中施行何种法则；
为何有的被渡河，有的被拒之门外。

“Son of Anchises, offspring of the gods,”
The Sibyl said, “you see the Stygian floods,
The sacred stream which heav’n’s imperial state
Attests in oaths, and fears to violate.
The ghosts rejected are th’ unhappy crew
Depriv’d of sepulchers and fun’ral due:
The boatman, Charon; those, the buried host,
He ferries over to the farther coast;
Nor dares his transport vessel cross the waves
With such whose bones are not compos’d in graves.
A hundred years they wander on the shore;
At length, their penance done, are wafted o’er.”
The Trojan chief his forward pace repress’d,
Revolving anxious thoughts within his breast,
He saw his friends, who, whelm’d beneath the waves,
Their fun’ral honors claim’d, and ask’d their quiet graves.
The lost Leucaspis in the crowd he knew,
And the brave leader of the Lycian crew,
Whom, on the Tyrrhene seas, the tempests met;
The sailors master’d, and the ship o’erset.
Amidst the spirits, Palinurus press’d,
Yet fresh from life, a new-admitted guest,
Who, while he steering view’d the stars, and bore
His course from Afric to the Latian shore,
Fell headlong down. The Trojan fix’d his view,
And scarcely thro’ the gloom the sullen shadow knew.
Then thus the prince: “What envious pow’r, O friend,
Brought your lov’d life to this disastrous end?
For Phoebus, ever true in all he said,
Has in your fate alone my faith betray’d.
The god foretold you should not die, before
You reach’d, secure from seas, th’ Italian shore.
Is this th’ unerring pow’r?” The ghost replied;
“Nor Phoebus flatter’d, nor his answers lied;
Nor envious gods have sent me to the deep:
But, while the stars and course of heav’n I keep,
My wearied eyes were seiz’d with fatal sleep.
I fell; and, with my weight, the helm constrain’d
Was drawn along, which yet my gripe retain’d.
Now by the winds and raging waves I swear,
Your safety, more than mine, was then my care;
Lest, of the guide bereft, the rudder lost,
Your ship should run against the rocky coast.
Three blust’ring nights, borne by the southern blast,
I floated, and discover’d land at last:
High on a mounting wave my head I bore,
Forcing my strength, and gath’ring to the shore.
Panting, but past the danger, now I seiz’d
The craggy cliffs, and my tir’d members eas’d.
While, cumber’d with my dropping clothes, I lay,
The cruel nation, covetous of prey,
Stain’d with my blood th’ unhospitable coast;
And now, by winds and waves, my lifeless limbs are toss’d:
Which O avert, by yon ethereal light,
Which I have lost for this eternal night!
Or, if by dearer ties you may be won,
By your dead sire, and by your living son,
Redeem from this reproach my wand’ring ghost;
Or with your navy seek the Velin coast,
And in a peaceful grave my corpse compose;
Or, if a nearer way your mother shows,
Without whose aid you durst not undertake
This frightful passage o’er the Stygian lake,
Lend to this wretch your hand, and waft him o’er
To the sweet banks of yon forbidden shore.”
Scarce had he said, the prophetess began:
“What hopes delude thee, miserable man?
Think’st thou, thus unintomb’d, to cross the floods,
To view the Furies and infernal gods,
And visit, without leave, the dark abodes?
Attend the term of long revolving years;
Fate, and the dooming gods, are deaf to tears.
This comfort of thy dire misfortune take:
The wrath of Heav’n, inflicted for thy sake,
With vengeance shall pursue th’ inhuman coast,
Till they propitiate thy offended ghost,
And raise a tomb, with vows and solemn pray’r;
And Palinurus’ name the place shall bear.”
This calm’d his cares; sooth’d with his future fame,
And pleas’d to hear his propagated name.
Now nearer to the Stygian lake they draw:
Whom, from the shore, the surly boatman saw;
Observ’d their passage thro’ the shady wood,
And mark’d their near approaches to the flood.
Then thus he call’d aloud, inflam’d with wrath:
“Mortal, whate’er, who this forbidden path
In arms presum’st to tread, I charge thee, stand,
And tell thy name, and bus’ness in the land.
Know this, the realm of nighT’mdash;the Stygian shore:
My boat conveys no living bodies o’er;
Nor was I pleas’d great Theseus once to bear,
Who forc’d a passage with his pointed spear,
Nor strong Alcides—men of mighty fame,
And from th’ immortal gods their lineage came.
In fetters one the barking porter tied,
And took him trembling from his sov’reign’s side:
Two sought by force to seize his beauteous bride.”
To whom the Sibyl thus: “Compose thy mind;
Nor frauds are here contriv’d, nor force design’d.
Still may the dog the wand’ring troops constrain
Of airy ghosts, and vex the guilty train,
And with her grisly lord his lovely queen remain.
The Trojan chief, whose lineage is from Jove,
Much fam’d for arms, and more for filial love,
Is sent to seek his sire in your Elysian grove.
If neither piety, nor Heav’n’s command,
Can gain his passage to the Stygian strand,
This fatal present shall prevail at least.”
Then shew’d the shining bough, conceal’d within her vest.
No more was needful: for the gloomy god
Stood mute with awe, to see the golden rod;
Admir’d the destin’d off’ring to his queen—/L>
A venerable gift, so rarely seen.
His fury thus appeas’d, he puts to land;
The ghosts forsake their seats at his command:
He clears the deck, receives the mighty freight;
The leaky vessel groans beneath the weight.
Slowly she sails, and scarcely stems the tides;
The pressing water pours within her sides.
His passengers at length are wafted o’er,
Expos’d, in muddy weeds, upon the miry shore.
No sooner landed, in his den they found
The triple porter of the Stygian sound,
Grim Cerberus, who soon began to rear
His crested snakes, and arm’d his bristling hair.
The prudent Sibyl had before prepar’d
A sop, in honey steep’d, to charm the guard;
Which, mix’d with pow’rful drugs, she cast before
His greedy grinning jaws, just op’d to roar.
With three enormous mouths he gapes; and straight,
With hunger press’d, devours the pleasing bait.
Long draughts of sleep his monstrous limbs enslave;
He reels, and, falling, fills the spacious cave.
The keeper charm’d, the chief without delay
Pass’d on, and took th’ irremeable way.
Before the gates, the cries of babes new born,
Whom fate had from their tender mothers torn,
Assault his ears: then those, whom form of laws
Condemn’d to die, when traitors judg’d their cause.
Nor want they lots, nor judges to review
The wrongful sentence, and award a new.
Minos, the strict inquisitor, appears;
And lives and crimes, with his assessors, hears.
Round in his urn the blended balls he rolls,
Absolves the just, and dooms the guilty souls.
The next, in place and punishment, are they
Who prodigally throw their souls away;
Fools, who, repining at their wretched state,
And loathing anxious life, suborn’d their fate.
With late repentance now they would retrieve
The bodies they forsook, and wish to live;
Their pains and poverty desire to bear,
To view the light of heav’n, and breathe the vital air:
But fate forbids; the Stygian floods oppose,
And with circling streams the captive souls inclose.

“安基塞斯之子，诸神之后，”
西比尔说：“你所见的是冥河的黑水，
这是天界王权在誓言中所凭的神圣河流，
连天神都敬畏，不敢违背。
那些被拒绝的幽灵是不幸的一群，
他们没有坟墓，也没有应得的葬礼；
摆渡人名叫卡戎；已入葬的亡灵，
他将他们渡向远方的彼岸；
他不敢让船载那些未入墓的灵魂过河。
没有入土的骸骨不可渡河。
他们在岸边徘徊百年；
最终，赎罚完成，才得以渡河。”
特洛伊首领放慢脚步，
心中焦虑翻涌，
他看见那些沉入海底的朋友，
他们请求葬礼，也渴求安宁的坟墓。
他在人群中认出了失落的勒卡斯皮斯，
还有勇敢的吕基亚船队长，
他们在第勒尼安海上遇到风暴；
水手们无力，船只倾覆。
在这些幽灵中，帕利努鲁斯走近，
他刚离开生世，是新入冥界的客人，
当他掌舵时望着星辰，
从非洲驶向拉提乌姆海岸，
却头朝下坠落。特洛伊人注视着他，
几乎无法从昏暗中认出阴影。
王子说：“哪位嫉妒的力量，朋友，
将你心爱的生命带到如此悲惨的结局？
福玻斯历来忠实，但在你命运上，
却使我失去了信念。
神曾预言你不会死，直到
你安全抵达意大利岸。
这便是无误的神力吗？”幽魂回答：
福玻斯既不奉承，也没有说谎；
也没有嫉妒的神把我送入深渊：
当我遵循星辰和天道的航程时，
我疲惫的双眼却陷入致命的睡眠。
我坠落；身体的重量拉动舵柄，
舵仍被我抓住，随身被带动。
现在，我向风与怒涛发誓，
当时我更关心你的安全，而非我的生死；
免得失去向导，舵失去控制，
你的船会撞上岩石海岸。
三个狂风呼啸的夜晚，我随南风漂流，
最终我漂到陆地，发现了岸。
我昂首站在高高的浪尖，
用尽力气，向岸上靠近。
喘息着，但脱险后，我抓住了
崎岖的岩岸，缓解了疲惫的身体。
我躺下，衣服湿透，沉重不堪，
贪婪的残暴民族，
将我的血染在不好客的海岸上；
如今，我的尸体被风浪抛来抛去：
哦，用那天界之光拯救吧，
我因这永夜而失去光明！
或者，如果你被更深的亲情打动，
以你已故的父亲，和你在世的儿子，
为我飘荡的灵魂洗清耻辱；
或用你的舰队寻找韦林海岸，
给我的尸体安葬一个平静的墓地；
或者，如果你母亲指示更近的道路，
没有她的帮助，你不敢开始这段旅程，
穿越恐怖的冥河之路，
把手伸给可怜的我，渡我到彼岸，
到那被禁止的甘美河岸。”
他话音未落，女先知开口说道：
“可怜的人啊，你被什么希望蒙蔽？
你以为未入葬就能渡过冥河，
去目睹复仇女神和冥神，
并在未获允许的情况下造访黑暗之地？
等待漫长轮回的岁月；
命运和裁决诸神，对眼泪充耳不闻。
就以这点慰藉你可怕的不幸吧：
天神因你而施下的愤怒，
必将追讨这不仁的海岸，
直到他们安抚你被冒犯的灵魂，
建起墓冢，伴以誓言和庄严的祷告；
那地将以帕利努鲁斯之名命名。”
这平息了他的忧虑，他为未来的名声欣慰，
并为听到他传下的名字而高兴。
现在他们更接近冥河湖了：
从岸上，粗暴的摆渡人看见了他们；
观察他们穿过阴影林地的行进，
并注意到他们已临近河水。
然后他愤怒地大声喊道：
“凡人，无论何人，谁敢踏上这禁地，
持武器胆敢冒犯，我命令你，停下，
告诉我你的名字，以及在此的目的。
你要知道，这里是冥河岸：
我的船不载活人；
我也从未乐意载过伟大的忒修斯，
他用尖矛强行闯过；
也不载力大无穷的赫拉克勒斯—名声赫赫，
他们出自不朽诸神的血脉。
看哪，一人被吠叫的守门犬锁住，
从君王身边颤抖地带走；
两人试图强夺他的美丽新娘。”
女先知说：“放下心来；
这里没有欺诈，也没有强迫。
那狗仍会限制漂泊的幽灵群，
骚扰有罪的亡魂，
让她与可怖的主人，以及美丽的妻子留在一处。
特洛伊首领，出自朱庇特的血统，
武勇闻名，更以孝心著称，
被派来在你们的极乐园寻找父亲。
如果孝道与天命都不能让他通过
进入冥河岸，
至少这份神圣的礼物可以奏效。”
她从衣中展示了那闪亮的树枝。
无需更多：阴沉的神
惊愕而静默，望着金枝；
钦佩着献给他女王的注定礼物—
一件神圣珍稀的礼物。
怒气平息，他靠岸；
幽灵们遵命离开他们的座位：
他清理甲板，承载起重负；
漏水的船在重量下呻吟。
船缓缓前行，几乎抵挡不住潮水；
涌入船舷的水倾泻而入。
他的乘客终于被渡过去，
浸在泥水中，搁在泥泞岸上。
刚一上岸，他们在洞穴中看见
冥河三头守门兽，
可怕的刻耳柏洛斯，很快竖起
头上的蛇，蓄起满身的刚毛。
谨慎的女先知早已准备好
一块浸蜜的糕点，用来安抚守卫；
她混入强效药剂，投在它面前，
它张开的三口巨口，饥饿地咧着。
三个巨大嘴巴张开；随即，
因饥饿吞下诱人的食物。
长久的睡意笼罩它的巨身；
它摇晃着，倒下，填满宽阔洞穴。
看守被迷住，首领毫不迟疑
继续前行，踏上无法回头的路。
在门前，婴儿的哭声响起，
他们被命运从母亲怀中夺去，
攻击他的耳朵：随后是那些，
被法律判死的人，当叛徒审判他们时。
他们也不缺抽签，也不缺审判者复查，
不正当的判决不可更改。
米诺斯，严格的审判官出现；
他与助手们审听生者和罪行。
他在骨灰坛中滚动混合球，
审判无罪者，定罪有罪者。
接下来，按顺序与惩罚，便是那些
浪费生命的放纵者；
愚者，抱怨自己的悲惨命运，
厌恶烦忧的生活，自毁前程。
现在，他们悔恨，想挽回
曾抛弃的身体，渴望重生；
希望忍受痛苦与贫穷，
想重见天光，呼吸生命之气：
但命运阻挡，冥河阻隔，
并用环流将被困的灵魂围住。

Not far from thence, the Mournful Fields appear
So call’d from lovers that inhabit there.
The souls whom that unhappy flame invades,
In secret solitude and myrtle shades
Make endless moans, and, pining with desire,
Lament too late their unextinguish’d fire.
Here Procris, Eriphyle here he found,
Baring her breast, yet bleeding with the wound
Made by her son. He saw Pasiphae there,
With Phaedra’s ghost, a foul incestuous pair.
There Laodamia, with Evadne, moves,
Unhappy both, but loyal in their loves:
Caeneus, a woman once, and once a man,
But ending in the sex she first began.
Not far from these Phoenician Dido stood,
Fresh from her wound, her bosom bath’d in blood;
Whom when the Trojan hero hardly knew,
Obscure in shades, and with a doubtful view,
(Doubtful as he who sees, thro’ dusky night,
Or thinks he sees, the moon’s uncertain light,)
With tears he first approach’d the sullen shade;
And, as his love inspir’d him, thus he said:
“Unhappy queen! then is the common breath
Of rumor true, in your reported death,
And I, alas! the cause? By Heav’n, I vow,
And all the pow’rs that rule the realms below,
Unwilling I forsook your friendly state,
Commanded by the gods, and forc’d by fate—/L>
Those gods, that fate, whose unresisted might
Have sent me to these regions void of light,
Thro’ the vast empire of eternal night.
Nor dar’d I to presume, that, press’d with grief,
My flight should urge you to this dire relief.
Stay, stay your steps, and listen to my vows:
‘T is the last interview that fate allows!”
In vain he thus attempts her mind to move
With tears, and pray’rs, and late-repenting love.
Disdainfully she look’d; then turning round,
But fix’d her eyes unmov’d upon the ground,
And what he says and swears, regards no more
Than the deaf rocks, when the loud billows roar;
But whirl’d away, to shun his hateful sight,
Hid in the forest and the shades of night;
Then sought Sichaeus thro’ the shady grove,
Who answer’d all her cares, and equal’d all her love.

不远处，悲哀之地显现，
因居于此的恋人而得名。
那些被不幸之火侵扰的灵魂，
在幽静的隐蔽处与桃金娘的荫影下，
发出无尽的哀叹，因渴望而消瘦，
为那未能熄灭的烈火悔恨迟来。
这里是普洛克里斯，埃里菲勒也在此，
裸露胸膛，仍在流淌儿子所伤的血。
他见到帕西法厄，
与菲德拉的幽灵，一对不洁乱伦的亲属。
那里是劳达米亚，伴随埃瓦德涅，
同样不幸，但忠于所爱；
凯涅乌斯，曾为女子，亦曾为男子，
终归她最初的性别。
不远处，腓尼基的迪多站立，
伤口尚新，胸中血流。
当特洛伊英雄几乎认不出她时，
她隐没于幽影中，视线迷离，
（如黑夜中窥见，或以为见，
又似月光不定，若隐若现，）
他泪眼初近这阴沉的幽灵；
随爱意驱使，他说道：
“不幸的女王啊！传闻果然可信，
你的死亡如此报道，
而我，唉！竟是其因？天誓在前，
以及统御阴间诸力，
我非心甘弃你所居，
乃神命所逼，命运所迫——
那些神，那命运，不可抗拒的力量，
送我至这无光之境，
穿越永夜的浩瀚领域。
我也不敢想象，悲伤之下，
我的逃离会迫你承受此劫。
停步吧，听我誓言：
这是命运允许的最后一会！”
他徒然以泪水、祈祷与迟来的悔爱，
企图感动她的心。
她轻蔑地看了他一眼，然后转身，
目光依旧固定于地，
对于他说与誓言的内容，毫不理会，
如同聋石面对惊涛怒吼；
旋即远离，为躲避他可憎的目光，
隐入林间与夜色之中；
随后寻觅锡凯厄斯，穿过幽荫树林，
他回应她一切的忧虑，与她爱意相等。

Some pious tears the pitying hero paid,
And follow’d with his eyes the flitting shade,
Then took the forward way, by fate ordain’d,
And, with his guide, the farther fields attain’d,
Where, sever’d from the rest, the warrior souls remain’d.
Tydeus he met, with Meleager’s race,
The pride of armies, and the soldiers’ grace;
And pale Adrastus with his ghastly face.
Of Trojan chiefs he view’d a num’rous train,
All much lamented, all in battle slain;
Glaucus and Medon, high above the rest,
Antenor’s sons, and Ceres’ sacred priest.
And proud Idaeus, Priam’s charioteer,
Who shakes his empty reins, and aims his airy spear.
The gladsome ghosts, in circling troops, attend
And with unwearied eyes behold their friend;
Delight to hover near, and long to know
What bus’ness brought him to the realms below.
But Argive chiefs, and Agamemnon’s train,
When his refulgent arms flash’d thro’ the shady plain,
Fled from his well-known face, with wonted fear,
As when his thund’ring sword and pointed spear
Drove headlong to their ships, and glean’d the routed rear.
They rais’d a feeble cry, with trembling notes;
But the weak voice deceiv’d their gasping throats.
Here Priam’s son, Deiphobus, he found,
Whose face and limbs were one continued wound:
Dishonest, with lopp’d arms, the youth appears,
Spoil’d of his nose, and shorten’d of his ears.
He scarcely knew him, striving to disown
His blotted form, and blushing to be known;
And therefore first began: “O Teucer’s race,
Who durst thy faultless figure thus deface?
What heart could wish, what hand inflict, this dire disgrace?
‘T was fam’d, that in our last and fatal night
Your single prowess long sustain’d the fight,
Till tir’d, not forc’d, a glorious fate you chose,
And fell upon a heap of slaughter’d foes.
But, in remembrance of so brave a deed,
A tomb and fun’ral honors I decreed;
Thrice call’d your manes on the Trojan plains:
The place your armor and your name retains.
Your body too I sought, and, had I found,
Design’d for burial in your native ground.”

慈悲的英雄洒下几滴虔诚的泪水，
目光追随那渐逝的幽影，
随即踏上命运所定的前行之路，
与引路者同行，抵达更远的幽冥之境，
那里，分隔于众魂之外，战士之魂安息。
他遇见提德斯，与梅勒阿格一族，
军队之骄傲，士卒之风采；
苍白的阿德拉斯图斯，面色恐怖。
他见到众多特洛伊首领的行列，
众多被哀悼，皆战死沙场；
高卢克斯与梅登，高出众人，
安特诺尔之子，以及谷神的圣祭司。
还有傲然的伊达厄斯，普里阿摩的御者，
挥动空缰，刺出虚无之矛。
欢欣的幽魂，以环绕之队随侍，
用不倦的目光凝视他们的朋友；
喜于徘徊近旁，渴望知晓
他何以降临幽冥之域。
然而阿尔戈斯首领，及阿伽门农的随从，
当他闪耀的盔甲掠过幽暗平原，
见熟悉面容，慣性生惧而逃，
正如当年他雷霆之剑与尖矛，
狂扫向敌船，扫荡溃败残兵。
他们发出微弱哀号，颤抖的声调；
虚弱的声音，难以发出气息。
他又见普里阿摩之子，得福波斯，
面容与肢体，满是连续的创伤：
手臂残缺，形体残破，这少年如斯；
鼻损耳缺，形象凄惨。
他几乎认不出，努力否认，
这被毁的躯体，羞于被认出；
因此，他首先开口道：“欧基尔的子孙啊，
谁敢如此糟蹋你完美的身姿？
哪颗心会愿望，哪只手会施加这可怖的耻辱？
众所周知，在那最后、致命之夜，
你以一己之勇长期支撑战局，
直到疲惫而非被迫，你选择了荣耀的命运，
倒在被屠的敌人堆中。
然而，为纪念如此英勇之举，
我为你立碑并设丧礼；
三次在特洛伊平原呼唤你的幽灵：
那处，仍保留你的盔甲与名号。
我亦寻觅你的遗体，若得所获，
原本计划葬于故乡之土。”

The ghost replied: “Your piety has paid
All needful rites, to rest my wand’ring shade;
But cruel fate, and my more cruel wife,
To Grecian swords betray’d my sleeping life.
These are the monuments of Helen’s love:
The shame I bear below, the marks I bore above.
You know in what deluding joys we pass’d
The night that was by Heav’n decreed our last:
For, when the fatal horse, descending down,
Pregnant with arms, o’erwhelm’d th’ unhappy town
She feign’d nocturnal orgies; left my bed,
And, mix’d with Trojan dames, the dances led
Then, waving high her torch, the signal made,
Which rous’d the Grecians from their ambuscade.
With watching overworn, with cares oppress’d,
Unhappy I had laid me down to rest,
And heavy sleep my weary limbs possess’d.
Meantime my worthy wife our arms mislaid,
And from beneath my head my sword convey’d;
The door unlatch’d, and, with repeated calls,
Invites her former lord within my walls.
Thus in her crime her confidence she plac’d,
And with new treasons would redeem the past.
What need I more? Into the room they ran,
And meanly murther’d a defenseless man.
Ulysses, basely born, first led the way.
Avenging pow’rs! with justice if I pray,
That fortune be their own another day!
But answer you; and in your turn relate,
What brought you, living, to the Stygian state:
Driv’n by the winds and errors of the sea,
Or did you Heav’n’s superior doom obey?
Or tell what other chance conducts your way,
To view with mortal eyes our dark retreats,
Tumults and torments of th’ infernal seats.”
While thus in talk the flying hours they pass,
The sun had finish’d more than half his race:
And they, perhaps, in words and tears had spent
The little time of stay which Heav’n had lent;
But thus the Sibyl chides their long delay:
“Night rushes down, and headlong drives the day:
‘T is here, in different paths, the way divides;
The right to Pluto’s golden palace guides;
The left to that unhappy region tends,
Which to the depth of Tartarus descends;
The seat of night profound, and punish’d fiends.”
Then thus Deiphobus: “O sacred maid,
Forbear to chide, and be your will obey’d!
Lo! to the secret shadows I retire,
To pay my penance till my years expire.
Proceed, auspicious prince, with glory crown’d,
And born to better fates than I have found.”
He said; and, while he said, his steps he turn’d
To secret shadows, and in silence mourn’d.
The hero, looking on the left, espied
A lofty tow’r, and strong on ev’ry side
With treble walls, which Phlegethon surrounds,
Whose fiery flood the burning empire bounds;
And, press’d betwixt the rocks, the bellowing noise resounds
Wide is the fronting gate, and, rais’d on high
With adamantine columns, threats the sky.
Vain is the force of man, and Heav’n’s as vain,
To crush the pillars which the pile sustain.
Sublime on these a tow’r of steel is rear’d;
And dire Tisiphone there keeps the ward,
Girt in her sanguine gown, by night and day,
Observant of the souls that pass the downward way.
From hence are heard the groans of ghosts, the pains
Of sounding lashes and of dragging chains.
The Trojan stood astonish’d at their cries,
And ask’d his guide from whence those yells arise;
And what the crimes, and what the tortures were,
And loud laments that rent the liquid air.

幽灵回答：“你的孝敬已尽，
完成所有必要的仪式，使我飘荡的魂灵得以安息；
但残酷的命运，以及我更残忍的妻子，
将我沉睡的生命出卖给了希腊人的刀剑。
这些便是海伦爱情的遗迹：
我在世间的耻辱，以及我在天上的伤痕。
你知道我们在何等欺人的欢乐中度过了
天意注定的最后一夜：
因为，当致命的木马降临，
装满兵器，压倒了那不幸的城镇时，
她假装夜间狂欢，离开我的床榻，
与特洛伊人女子混在一起，主持舞蹈，
然后，高举火炬，发出了信号，
唤醒了埋伏中的希腊人。
我因疲惫守夜、忧虑重压，
可怜的我躺下休息，
沉重的睡意占据了我疲惫的肢体。
与此同时，我贤良的妻子取走了我们的武器，
从我枕下拿走了我的剑；
打开门，用不断的呼唤，
邀请她昔日的丈夫进入我的宅邸。
就这样，她将信心寄托于自己的罪行中，
想用新的背叛弥补过去。
我还需要说什么呢？他们闯入房间，
卑劣地杀害了一个手无寸铁的人。
奥德修斯，卑劣出身，首先领头。
复仇的神啊！如果我祈求公正，
愿好运再度属于他们自己的一天！
但请你回答，并轮到你讲述，
是什么将你生者带到冥河之地：
是海上的风浪和迷途所驱，
还是你遵从了天命的旨意？
或者说，还有什么其他机缘引导你，
以凡人的眼睛观看我们幽暗的居所，
地狱的骚动与折磨。”
就这样交谈中，时光飞逝，
太阳已走过一半以上的天空；
他们也许在言语与泪水中消磨了
天赐的短暂停留时间；
西比尔这样斥责他们的拖延：
“夜色急速降临，日光仓促驱赶；
此处，道路分为不同的路径；
右边通往冥王的金色宫殿；
左边通向不幸之地，
直达地狱深渊；
那里是深沉黑夜的所在，也是受罚恶灵的住所。”
迪俄福布斯说道：“神圣的少女，
请停止责备，我会遵从你的意愿！
看，我将退入隐秘阴影，
直到生命尽头，完成我的惩罚。
前进吧，吉祥的王子，带着荣耀，
注定比我更好的命运。”
他说完后，转身走向
隐秘阴影，默默哀悼。
英雄向左看去，瞧见
一座高塔，四周坚固，
三重城墙环绕，被烈河围绕，
火河的洪流界定着炽热帝国；
压在岩石之间，回荡着咆哮声。
前门宽阔，高高耸立，
以坚硬柱子支撑，直指天空。
人力徒劳，天意亦无力，
摧毁支撑建筑的柱子。
在此之上，建起钢铁高塔；
可怕的提西丰在此守护，
身着血色长袍，日夜警戒，
观察沿下行之路经过的灵魂。
从这里传来鬼魂的呻吟，痛苦声
鞭打的响声和拖链的声响。
特洛伊人惊讶于这些呼声，
问向导，那些叫声从何而来；
那些罪行是什么，受了怎样的折磨，
以及撕裂空气的哀嚎声。

She thus replied: “The chaste and holy race
Are all forbidden this polluted place.
But Hecate, when she gave to rule the woods,
Then led me trembling thro’ these dire abodes,
And taught the tortures of th’ avenging gods.
These are the realms of unrelenting fate;
And awful Rhadamanthus rules the state.
He hears and judges each committed crime;
Enquires into the manner, place, and time.
The conscious wretch must all his acts reveal,
(Loth to confess, unable to conceal),
From the first moment of his vital breath,
To his last hour of unrepenting death.
Straight, o’er the guilty ghost, the Fury shakes
The sounding whip and brandishes her snakes,
And the pale sinner, with her sisters, takes.
Then, of itself, unfolds th’ eternal door;
With dreadful sounds the brazen hinges roar.
You see, before the gate, what stalking ghost
Commands the guard, what sentries keep the post.
More formidable Hydra stands within,
Whose jaws with iron teeth severely grin.
The gaping gulf low to the center lies,
And twice as deep as earth is distant from the skies.
The rivals of the gods, the Titan race,
Here, sing’d with lightning, roll within th’ unfathom’d space.
Here lie th’ Alaean twins, (I saw them both,)
Enormous bodies, of gigantic growth,
Who dar’d in fight the Thund’rer to defy,
Affect his heav’n, and force him from the sky.
Salmoneus, suff’ring cruel pains, I found,
For emulating Jove; the rattling sound
Of mimic thunder, and the glitt’ring blaze
Of pointed lightnings, and their forky rays.
Thro’ Elis and the Grecian towns he flew;
Th’ audacious wretch four fiery coursers drew:
He wav’d a torch aloft, and, madly vain,
Sought godlike worship from a servile train.
Ambitious fool! with horny hoofs to pass
O’er hollow arches of resounding brass,
To rival thunder in its rapid course,
And imitate inimitable force!
But he, the King of Heav’n, obscure on high,
Bar’d his red arm, and, launching from the sky
His writhen bolt, not shaking empty smoke,
Down to the deep abyss the flaming felon strook.
There Tityus was to see, who took his birth
From heav’n, his nursing from the foodful earth.
Here his gigantic limbs, with large embrace,
Infold nine acres of infernal space.
A rav’nous vulture, in his open’d side,
Her crooked beak and cruel talons tried;
Still for the growing liver digg’d his breast;
The growing liver still supplied the feast;
Still are his entrails fruitful to their pains:
Th’ immortal hunger lasts, th’ immortal food remains.
Ixion and Perithous I could name,
And more Thessalian chiefs of mighty fame.
High o’er their heads a mold’ring rock is plac’d,
That promises a fall, and shakes at ev’ry blast.
They lie below, on golden beds display’d;
And genial feasts with regal pomp are made.
The Queen of Furies by their sides is set,
And snatches from their mouths th’ untasted meat,
Which if they touch, her hissing snakes she rears,
Tossing her torch, and thund’ring in their ears.
Then they, who brothers’ better claim disown,
Expel their parents, and usurp the throne;
Defraud their clients, and, to lucre sold,
Sit brooding on unprofitable gold;
Who dare not give, and ev’n refuse to lend
To their poor kindred, or a wanting friend.
Vast is the throng of these; nor less the train
Of lustful youths, for foul adult’ry slain:
Hosts of deserters, who their honor sold,
And basely broke their faith for bribes of gold.
All these within the dungeon’s depth remain,
Despairing pardon, and expecting pain.
Ask not what pains; nor farther seek to know
Their process, or the forms of law below.
Some roll a weighty stone; some, laid along,
And bound with burning wires, on spokes of wheels are hung
Unhappy Theseus, doom’d for ever there,
Is fix’d by fate on his eternal chair;
And wretched Phlegyas warns the world with cries
(Could warning make the world more just or wise):
‘Learn righteousness, and dread th’ avenging deities.’
To tyrants others have their country sold,
Imposing foreign lords, for foreign gold;
Some have old laws repeal’d, new statutes made,
Not as the people pleas’d, but as they paid;
With incest some their daughters’ bed profan’d:
All dar’d the worst of ills, and, what they dar’d, attain’d.
Had I a hundred mouths, a hundred tongues,
And throats of brass, inspir’d with iron lungs,
I could not half those horrid crimes repeat,
Nor half the punishments those crimes have met.
But let us haste our voyage to pursue:
The walls of Pluto’s palace are in view;
The gate, and iron arch above it, stands
On anvils labor’d by the Cyclops’ hands.
Before our farther way the Fates allow,
Here must we fix on high the golden bough.”

她如此回答：“纯洁神圣的族群，
都被禁止进入这污秽之地。
但是赫卡忒，当她赋予我管理林地之权时，
曾颤抖地引导我穿过这些可怕的居所，
并教会我复仇诸神的折磨。
这里是无情命运的领地；
可怕的拉达曼图斯统治此地。
他倾听并审判每一个已犯下的罪行；
探问行为的方式、地点与时间。
有意识的罪人必须坦白所有行为，
（虽不愿承认，也无法隐藏），
从他生命的第一刻，
直到他不悔的死亡最后一刻。
复仇女神立刻挥舞鞭子，
挥动响亮的鞭声，舞动她的毒蛇，
抓住苍白的罪人，与她的姐妹一起施罚。
接着，永恒之门自动开启；
铜制的铰链发出可怕的轰鸣声。
你看，在门前，潜伏的幽灵是谁，
掌管守卫，哨兵又是谁。
更可怕的九头蛇立在里面，
其口含铁齿，凶狠咧开。
张开的深渊延伸至中心，
深度是地面到天空距离的两倍。
神的对手，泰坦族，
在这里，被闪电灼烧，在深不可测的空间中翻滚。
阿拉埃恩双胞胎也在这里，（我都看见了）
体型巨大，生长如巨人，
曾敢在战斗中挑战雷神，
干扰他的天界，试图迫使他离开天空。
我看到萨尔莫尼乌斯，承受残酷的折磨，
因仿效朱庇特；响亮的轰鸣声
模拟雷声，以及闪光的火焰
锋利闪电，以及分叉的光芒。
他飞过伊利斯和希腊的城镇；
这大胆的罪人驾驭四匹烈火战马：
他高举火炬，狂妄自大，
企图从卑微人群中寻求神一般的崇拜。
野心愚者！以蹄踏过
空心的铜拱，发出回响，
以匹敌雷霆的迅速，
模仿无法模仿的力量！
但至高天王，隐匿于高空，
伸出红臂，从天上发射
扭曲的雷电，而非震动空烟，
将燃烧的罪人击入深渊。
在那里看到提修斯，他生于天上，
由肥沃大地哺育。
他的巨大四肢，广阔拥抱，
占据九英亩的地狱空间。
一只贪婪的秃鹫，在他敞开的身体内，
用弯曲的喙和利爪啄食；
不断挖掘他生长的肝脏；
生长的肝脏持续供给食物；
他的内脏持续为折磨提供食材：
不死的饥饿持续，不死的食物仍存。
我还能说出伊克西翁和佩里托斯，
还有更多著名的色萨利首领。
他们头顶高悬一块风化岩石，
随时可能坠落，每阵风都摇晃它。
他们躺在下面，躺在金床上；
并享用盛大的王室宴席。
复仇女王坐在他们身旁，
抢走他们嘴中未尝的食物，
若触碰，她就扬起嘶嘶作响的蛇，
挥舞火炬，在他们耳边轰鸣。
接着，那些否认兄弟合法继承权的人，
驱逐父母，篡夺王位；
欺骗客户，为金钱出卖，
坐拥无用之财，沉思盘算；
不敢施舍，甚至拒绝借贷
给贫困亲属，或急需帮助的朋友。
这些人的数量庞大；同样多的是
因肮脏通奸被杀的欲望青年：
成群的叛徒，出卖荣誉，
卑劣地为金钱背信弃义。
这些人都在地牢深处，
绝望中寻求赦免，却等待惩罚。
不要问受了什么痛苦；也不必探知
他们的刑罚过程，或地狱的法律形式。
有的推着沉重的石块；有的被绑在轮辐上，
横躺，铁丝烧灼，悬挂在轮辐上。
可怜的忒修斯，永远被定在那里，
命运将他固定在永恒的座椅上；
可怜的弗勒吉亚斯用哭喊警示世人
（若警告能使世人更公正或智慧的话）：
“学习正义，敬畏复仇诸神。”
暴君将国家出卖他人，
以外族黄金安置外族统治者；
有些废旧法，立新法，
不为民意，而为金钱所愿；
有些以乱伦玷污女儿之床：
人人敢行最恶之事，并达成所敢行者。
若我有百口百舌，
嘴喉如铜，肺似铁，
我也无法复述其中一半恐怖的罪行，
也无法述及这些罪行所受的一半惩罚。
但让我们加快航行的步伐：
冥王宫殿的墙壁已在眼前；
大门与其上方的铁拱矗立，
建造在独眼巨人的铁砧之上。
在我们前行之路之前，命运许可，
我们必须在此高处安置金枝。”

She said: and thro’ the gloomy shades they pass’d,
And chose the middle path. Arriv’d at last,
The prince with living water sprinkled o’er
His limbs and body; then approach’d the door,
Possess’d the porch, and on the front above
He fix’d the fatal bough requir’d by Pluto’s love.
These holy rites perform’d, they took their way
Where long extended plains of pleasure lay:
The verdant fields with those of heav’n may vie,
With ether vested, and a purple sky;
The blissful seats of happy souls below.
Stars of their own, and their own suns, they know;
Their airy limbs in sports they exercise,
And on the green contend the wrestler’s prize.
Some in heroic verse divinely sing;
Others in artful measures led the ring.
The Thracian bard, surrounded by the rest,
There stands conspicuous in his flowing vest;
His flying fingers, and harmonious quill,
Strikes sev’n distinguish’d notes, and sev’n at once they fill.
Here found they Teucer’s old heroic race,
Born better times and happier years to grace.
Assaracus and Ilus here enjoy
Perpetual fame, with him who founded Troy.
The chief beheld their chariots from afar,
Their shining arms, and coursers train’d to war:
Their lances fix’d in earth, their steeds around,
Free from their harness, graze the flow’ry ground.
The love of horses which they had, alive,
And care of chariots, after death survive.
Some cheerful souls were feasting on the plain;
Some did the song, and some the choir maintain,
Beneath a laurel shade, where mighty Po
Mounts up to woods above, and hides his head below.
Here patriots live, who, for their country’s good,
In fighting fields, were prodigal of blood:
Priests of unblemish’d lives here make abode,
And poets worthy their inspiring god;
And searching wits, of more mechanic parts,
Who grac’d their age with new-invented arts:
Those who to worth their bounty did extend,
And those who knew that bounty to commend.
The heads of these with holy fillets bound,
And all their temples were with garlands crown’d.

她说：于是他们穿过阴暗的幽影，
选择了中间的道路。终于抵达，
王子用活水洒遍
四肢和全身；随后走近门口，
占据门廊，在正门上方
他安置了冥王所要求的致命金枝。
完成这些神圣仪式后，他们踏上前行之路
前方是广阔延展的乐土平原：
绿意盎然的田野可与天国比肩，
天穹如以以太披覆，紫色天空笼罩；
是下界幸福灵魂的安乐之所。
他们拥有自己的星辰，也认识自己的太阳；
在运动中锻炼轻盈的身体，
在绿茵场上角逐摔跤奖赏。
有的以英雄诗篇神圣歌唱；
有的以巧妙节奏主持圆形竞技。
色雷斯的吟游诗人，周围围绕着其他人，
身着飘逸长袍，显眼地站立在那里；
他的手指飞舞，笔触和谐，
敲出七个独特音符，同时奏响七声。
他们在这里遇见了特优刻的古老英雄族群，
出生于更好时代，享受更幸福年华。
阿萨拉库斯与伊卢斯在此享受
永恒的声誉，与特洛伊的创始者同列。
首领远远望见他们的战车，
闪亮的武器，以及受训作战的战马：
长矛插入地面，战马环绕四周，
解除缰绳，自由在花草地上啃食。
他们生前对马的热爱，
对战车的照料，在死后仍延续。
有些快乐的灵魂在平原上宴享美食；
有的吟唱诗歌，有的主持合唱，
在月桂树荫下，伟大的波河
流向上方的森林，河水隐藏其源头。
这里居住着为国家利益献血的爱国者，
在战场上慷慨洒血；
生活无瑕的祭司在此安居，
以及配得上神灵启示的诗人；
还有更擅长技艺的聪慧之人，
以新发明的技艺装点时代：
将财富施与贤者者，
以及懂得赞赏这些恩赐的人。
他们的头上戴着神圣的花冠，
所有的太阳穴都被花环装饰。

To these the Sibyl thus her speech address’d,
And first to him surrounded by the rest
(Tow’ring his height, and ample was his breast):
“Say, happy souls, divine Musaeus, say,
Where lives Anchises, and where lies our way
To find the hero, for whose only sake
We sought the dark abodes, and cross’d the bitter lake?”
To this the sacred poet thus replied:
“In no fix’d place the happy souls reside.
In groves we live, and lie on mossy beds,
By crystal streams, that murmur thro’ the meads:
But pass yon easy hill, and thence descend;
The path conducts you to your journey’s end.”
This said, he led them up the mountain’s brow,
And shews them all the shining fields below.
They wind the hill, and thro’ the blissful meadows go.
But old Anchises, in a flow’ry vale,
Review’d his muster’d race, and took the tale:
Those happy spirits, which, ordain’d by fate,
For future beings and new bodies waiT’mdash;/L>
With studious thought observ’d th’ illustrious throng,
In nature’s order as they pass’d along:
Their names, their fates, their conduct, and their care,
In peaceful senates and successful war.
He, when Aeneas on the plain appears,
Meets him with open arms, and falling tears.
“Welcome,” he said, “the gods’ undoubted race!
O long expected to my dear embrace!
Once more ‘t is giv’n me to behold your face!
The love and pious duty which you pay
Have pass’d the perils of so hard a way.
‘T is true, computing times, I now believ’d
The happy day approach’d; nor are my hopes deceiv’d.
What length of lands, what oceans have you pass’d;
What storms sustain’d, and on what shores been cast?
How have I fear’d your fate! but fear’d it most,
When love assail’d you, on the Libyan coast.”
To this, the filial duty thus replies:
“Your sacred ghost before my sleeping eyes
Appear’d, and often urg’d this painful enterprise.
After long tossing on the Tyrrhene sea,
My navy rides at anchor in the bay.
But reach your hand, O parent shade, nor shun
The dear embraces of your longing son!”
He said; and falling tears his face bedew:
Then thrice around his neck his arms he threw;
And thrice the flitting shadow slipp’d away,
Like winds, or empty dreams that fly the day.
Now, in a secret vale, the Trojan sees
A sep’rate grove, thro’ which a gentle breeze
Plays with a passing breath, and whispers thro’ the trees;
And, just before the confines of the wood,
The gliding Lethe leads her silent flood.
About the boughs an airy nation flew,
Thick as the humming bees, that hunt the golden dew;
In summer’s heat on tops of lilies feed,
And creep within their bells, to suck the balmy seed:
The winged army roams the fields around;
The rivers and the rocks remurmur to the sound.
Aeneas wond’ring stood, then ask’d the cause
Which to the stream the crowding people draws.
Then thus the sire: “The souls that throng the flood
Are those to whom, by fate, are other bodies ow’d:
In Lethe’s lake they long oblivion taste,
Of future life secure, forgetful of the past.
Long has my soul desir’d this time and place,
To set before your sight your glorious race,
That this presaging joy may fire your mind
To seek the shores by destiny design’d.”—/L>
“O father, can it be, that souls sublime
Return to visit our terrestrial clime,
And that the gen’rous mind, releas’d by death,
Can covet lazy limbs and mortal breath?”

她如此说：对这些灵魂，西比尔开口道，
首向那位在众人中高大挺拔、胸襟宽广者：
“说吧，幸福的灵魂，神圣的缪赛乌斯，告诉我，
安基塞斯居于何处？我们该如何前往
寻找那位英雄？正为他一人之故，
我们才涉足黑暗幽冥，渡过苦涩之湖？”
那神圣的诗人回答道：
“幸福的灵魂并不居于固定之所。
我们栖息于林间，卧于青苔铺就的床上，
晶莹的溪水在草地间低声流淌；
越过那缓坡，顺下山去，
道路将引你至旅程终点。”
话毕，他引领他们至山巅，
俯瞰下面熠熠生辉的田野。
他们沿山蜿蜒而下，穿越福地的草甸。
而年迈的安基塞斯，在花谷之中，
细数自己的子孙，盘点每一名灵魂：
那些幸福的灵魂，由命运所定，
等待未来的生命与新生的躯体——
他以专注的目光审视这光辉的人群，
循着自然之序，观察他们的行迹：
名字、命运、行为与关怀，
无论在和平的议事厅，还是战场上的功勋。
当埃涅阿斯踏入平原时，
他张开双臂迎接，泪水涌上眼眶：
“欢迎你，”他说，“诸神无疑的后裔！
我长久期盼此刻，终于得以拥抱你！
再次见到你的面容，是我的恩赐！
你所付出的爱与孝心，
已越过艰难险阻，历经磨难。
确实，经过长久时光，我终于相信，
幸福之日将临，我的希望不曾欺我。
你跨越多少土地，渡过多少海洋？
承受何等风暴，又曾漂至何岸？
我曾为你的安危忧虑，但最担心，
是在利比亚海岸，你受爱欲纠缠之时。”
孝子如此回答父亲：
“你那神圣的灵魂曾在我梦中显现，
多次促我完成这艰难的使命。
在泰勒尼海漫长漂泊之后，
我的舰队已在海湾停泊。
伸出你的手吧，父亲的幽灵，别回避
你渴望拥抱的爱子！”
他话音未落，泪水湿了面庞；
随后三次环抱父亲的颈项；
影子也三次悄然溜走，
如风，如白日飞逝的空梦。
此时，在一片幽谷中，特洛伊人看见
一片独立的树林，微风轻拂，
穿树而过，低声私语；
就在林地边缘，
静默的冥河莱忒缓缓流淌。
枝叶间飞舞着一群空灵的灵体，
密如觅取金露的蜂群；
盛夏时，它们在百合顶端觅食，
钻入花蕊，吸取芳香的花蜜：
这群翼之军在田野间巡游，
河流与岩石也随之低声回应。
埃涅阿斯惊讶地伫立，询问缘由：
“为何众灵聚于此水流？”
父亲答道：“聚集在此的灵魂，
皆是命运所定，将得新生之躯者：
在莱忒之湖，他们久尝遗忘，
对未来生命安然无虑，却忘却过去。
我魂心已久盼此刻与此地，
为你展现你那光辉的后裔，
让这预示的喜悦激励你，
追寻命运所指的海岸。”
埃涅阿斯感叹道：
“父亲啊，岂可真有如此？
崇高的灵魂竟会重返尘世，
而生前放下的心，死后也能渴望
那凡躯与呼吸？”

Anchises then, in order, thus begun
To clear those wonders to his godlike son:
“Know, first, that heav’n, and earth’s compacted frame,
And flowing waters, and the starry flame,
And both the radiant lights, one common soul
Inspires and feeds, and animates the whole.
This active mind, infus’d thro’ all the space,
Unites and mingles with the mighty mass.
Hence men and beasts the breath of life obtain,
And birds of air, and monsters of the main.
Th’ ethereal vigor is in all the same,
And every soul is fill’d with equal flame;
As much as earthy limbs, and gross allay
Of mortal members, subject to decay,
Blunt not the beams of heav’n and edge of day.
From this coarse mixture of terrestrial parts,
Desire and fear by turns possess their hearts,
And grief, and joy; nor can the groveling mind,
In the dark dungeon of the limbs confin’d,
Assert the native skies, or own its heav’nly kind:
Nor death itself can wholly wash their stains;
But long-contracted filth ev’n in the soul remains.
The relics of inveterate vice they wear,
And spots of sin obscene in ev’ry face appear.
For this are various penances enjoin’d;
And some are hung to bleach upon the wind,
Some plung’d in waters, others purg’d in fires,
Till all the dregs are drain’d, and all the rust expires.
All have their manes, and those manes bear:
The few, so cleans’d, to these abodes repair,
And breathe, in ample fields, the soft Elysian air.
Then are they happy, when by length of time
The scurf is worn away of each committed crime;
No speck is left of their habitual stains,
But the pure ether of the soul remains.
But, when a thousand rolling years are past,
(So long their punishments and penance last,)
Whole droves of minds are, by the driving god,
Compell’d to drink the deep Lethaean flood,
In large forgetful draughts to steep the cares
Of their past labors, and their irksome years,
That, unrememb’ring of its former pain,
The soul may suffer mortal flesh again.”
Thus having said, the father spirit leads
The priestess and his son thro’ swarms of shades,
And takes a rising ground, from thence to see
The long procession of his progeny.
“Survey,” pursued the sire, “this airy throng,
As, offer’d to thy view, they pass along.
These are th’ Italian names, which fate will join
With ours, and graff upon the Trojan line.
Observe the youth who first appears in sight,
And holds the nearest station to the light,
Already seems to snuff the vital air,
And leans just forward, on a shining spear:
Silvius is he, thy last-begotten race,
But first in order sent, to fill thy place;
An Alban name, but mix’d with Dardan blood,
Born in the covert of a shady wood:
Him fair Lavinia, thy surviving wife,
Shall breed in groves, to lead a solitary life.
In Alba he shall fix his royal seat,
And, born a king, a race of kings beget.
Then Procas, honor of the Trojan name,
Capys, and Numitor, of endless fame.
A second Silvius after these appears;
Silvius Aeneas, for thy name he bears;
For arms and justice equally renown’d,
Who, late restor’d, in Alba shall be crown’d.
How great they look! how vig’rously they wield
Their weighty lances, and sustain the shield!
But they, who crown’d with oaken wreaths appear,
Shall Gabian walls and strong Fidena rear;
Nomentum, Bola, with Pometia, found;
And raise Collatian tow’rs on rocky ground.
All these shall then be towns of mighty fame,
Tho’ now they lie obscure, and lands without a name.
See Romulus the great, born to restore
The crown that once his injur’d grandsire wore.
This prince a priestess of your blood shall bear,
And like his sire in arms he shall appear.
Two rising crests, his royal head adorn;
Born from a god, himself to godhead born:
His sire already signs him for the skies,
And marks the seat amidst the deities.
Auspicious chief! thy race, in times to come,
Shall spread the conquests of imperial Rome—/L>
Rome, whose ascending tow’rs shall heav’n invade,
Involving earth and ocean in her shade;
High as the Mother of the Gods in place,
And proud, like her, of an immortal race.
Then, when in pomp she makes the Phrygian round,
With golden turrets on her temples crown’d;
A hundred gods her sweeping train supply;
Her offspring all, and all command the sky.

然后，安基塞斯依次开始讲述
向他那神似的儿子解释这些奇观：
首先你要知道，天地的结构坚实，
流动的江河，以及星辰的火焰，
还有两道光辉，都由同一灵魂
赋予生命、滋养并贯穿整个世界。
这活跃的心智，贯注整个空间，
与庞大的物质融为一体。
因此人类与动物获得生命的气息，
飞鸟，以及海中的怪兽亦然。
天界的活力在万物中相同，
每个灵魂都充满同样的光焰；
即便泥土之躯、粗糙的肢体
受到腐朽制约，
也无法削弱天光与日光的锋芒。
在这粗糙的尘世混合物中，
欲望与恐惧轮番占据心灵，
还有悲伤与快乐；卑微的心灵
被肢体的幽暗牢笼束缚，
也无法宣示本源天空，或认同其天性。
死亡本身也无法完全洗去污痕；
甚至灵魂深处，长久积累的污秽仍存。
他们带着根深蒂固的恶习残留，
每张面孔上都显现出罪恶的斑点。
因此规定了各种赎罪之法；
有的被悬挂于风中曝晒，
有的投入水中，有的净化于烈火，
直至所有残渣洗净，锈迹消逝。
所有灵魂都有其灵光，也随之承载：
少数净化后的灵魂返回这些居所，
在宽阔的平原上呼吸柔和的极乐空气。
当经过漫长岁月，
每一罪行的痕迹被消磨殆尽；
他们习惯的污痕无一残留，
灵魂的纯净以太留存。
但当千年流转过去，
（如此漫长的惩罚与赎罪持续），
大批灵魂被神驱使，
被迫饮下深邃的忘川之水，
用大口饮下，浸泡过往的忧虑，
那些过去的劳作与沉重岁月，
使灵魂不再记得过去的痛苦，
灵魂得以再次体验凡躯之苦。”
说罢，这位父亲般的灵魂引领
女先知与儿子穿过幽灵群，
走上一处高地，从那里观看
他子孙的长长队列。
“观看吧，”父亲继续说道，“这群虚灵，
当他们呈现在你眼前时缓缓流过。
这些是意大利的名字，命运将与我们的血脉
融合，嫁接在特洛伊人的血统上。
注意那最先出现的青年，
站在光明最靠近的位置，
仿佛已经呼吸到生命之气，
微微前倾，手扶闪亮的长矛：
他是西尔维乌斯，你的最后一支子嗣，
却是最先被派来，填补你的位置；
取了阿尔巴的名字，但混有达达尼血脉，
出生在幽林深处：
美丽的拉维尼亚，你的遗孀，
将在林间孕育他，使其过孤寂生活。
他将在阿尔巴建立王座，
生而为王，繁衍王族。
接着是普罗卡斯，特洛伊之名的荣耀，
还有卡普斯与努米托尔，声名远播。
随后出现第二位西尔维乌斯；
西尔维乌斯·埃涅阿斯，以你的名字命名；
在武力与公正上同样闻名，
他晚年复位，将在阿尔巴加冕。
他们多么伟大！挥舞长矛多么有力，
支撑盾牌也同样稳健！
而那些头戴橡树花环的人，
将建立加比安城墙与坚固的菲德纳城；
创立诺门图姆、博拉与波梅蒂亚；
在岩石地上筑起科拉提亚塔楼。
这些地方将成为闻名遐迩的城镇，
虽然现在它们默默无闻，无名之地。
看伟大的罗慕路斯，生来复兴
曾属于受辱祖父的王冠。
这位王子将娶你的血脉女祭司，
在武力上将如其父亲般显赫。
两座高耸的冠饰装点他的王头；
生于神祇，本身亦为神。
他的父亲已经标记他，将归于天际，
指定他在诸神中的位置。
幸运的首领啊！你子嗣的血脉，将来，
将扩展帝国罗马的征服——
罗马，高耸的城塔将直冲天穹，
遮蔽大地与海洋，投下阴影；
高耸如众神之母，位置尊崇，
并自豪如她般，拥有不朽血脉。
当她盛大巡游弗里吉亚时，
太阳庙上冠以金色小塔；
百神随行，服侍她的仪仗；
她的子嗣皆在其中，统御苍穹。

“Now fix your sight, and stand intent, to see
Your Roman race, and Julian progeny.
The mighty Caesar waits his vital hour,
Impatient for the world, and grasps his promis’d pow’r.
But next behold the youth of form divine,
Ceasar himself, exalted in his line;
Augustus, promis’d oft, and long foretold,
Sent to the realm that Saturn rul’d of old;
Born to restore a better age of gold.
Afric and India shall his pow’r obey;
He shall extend his propagated sway
Beyond the solar year, without the starry way,
Where Atlas turns the rolling heav’ns around,
And his broad shoulders with their lights are crown’d.
At his foreseen approach, already quake
The Caspian kingdoms and Maeotian lake:
Their seers behold the tempest from afar,
And threat’ning oracles denounce the war.
Nile hears him knocking at his sev’nfold gates,
And seeks his hidden spring, and fears his nephew’s fates.
Nor Hercules more lands or labors knew,
Not tho’ the brazen-footed hind he slew,
Freed Erymanthus from the foaming boar,
And dipp’d his arrows in Lernaean gore;
Nor Bacchus, turning from his Indian war,
By tigers drawn triumphant in his car,
From Nisus’ top descending on the plains,
With curling vines around his purple reins.
And doubt we yet thro’ dangers to pursue
The paths of honor, and a crown in view?
But what’s the man, who from afar appears?
His head with olive crown’d, his hand a censer bears,
His hoary beard and holy vestments bring
His lost idea back: I know the Roman king.
He shall to peaceful Rome new laws ordain,
Call’d from his mean abode a scepter to sustain.
Him Tullus next in dignity succeeds,
An active prince, and prone to martial deeds.
He shall his troops for fighting fields prepare,
Disus’d to toils, and triumphs of the war.
By dint of sword his crown he shall increase,
And scour his armor from the rust of peace.
Whom Ancus follows, with a fawning air,
But vain within, and proudly popular.
Next view the Tarquin kings, th’ avenging sword
Of Brutus, justly drawn, and Rome restor’d.
He first renews the rods and ax severe,
And gives the consuls royal robes to wear.
His sons, who seek the tyrant to sustain,
And long for arbitrary lords again,
With ignominy scourg’d, in open sight,
He dooms to death deserv’d, asserting public right.
Unhappy man, to break the pious laws
Of nature, pleading in his children’s cause!
Howeer the doubtful fact is understood,
‘T is love of honor, and his country’s good:
The consul, not the father, sheds the blood.
Behold Torquatus the same track pursue;
And, next, the two devoted Decii view:
The Drusian line, Camillus loaded home
With standards well redeem’d, and foreign foes o’ercome
The pair you see in equal armor shine,
Now, friends below, in close embraces join;
But, when they leave the shady realms of night,
And, cloth’d in bodies, breathe your upper light,
With mortal hate each other shall pursue:
What wars, what wounds, what slaughter shall ensue!
From Alpine heights the father first descends;
His daughter’s husband in the plain attends:
His daughter’s husband arms his eastern friends.
Embrace again, my sons, be foes no more;
Nor stain your country with her children’s gore!
And thou, the first, lay down thy lawless claim,
Thou, of my blood, who bearist the Julian name!
Another comes, who shall in triumph ride,
And to the Capitol his chariot guide,
From conquer’d Corinth, rich with Grecian spoils.
And yet another, fam’d for warlike toils,
On Argos shall impose the Roman laws,
And on the Greeks revenge the Trojan cause;
Shall drag in chains their Achillean race;
Shall vindicate his ancestors’ disgrace,
And Pallas, for her violated place.
Great Cato there, for gravity renown’d,
And conqu’ring Cossus goes with laurels crown’d.
Who can omit the Gracchi? who declare
The Scipios’ worth, those thunderbolts of war,
The double bane of Carthage? Who can see
Without esteem for virtuous poverty,
Severe Fabricius, or can cease T’ admire
The plowman consul in his coarse attire?
Tir’d as I am, my praise the Fabii claim;
And thou, great hero, greatest of thy name,
Ordain’d in war to save the sinking state,
And, by delays, to put a stop to fate!
Let others better mold the running mass
Of metals, and inform the breathing brass,
And soften into flesh a marble face;
Plead better at the bar; describe the skies,
And when the stars descend, and when they rise.
But, Rome, ‘t is thine alone, with awful sway,
To rule mankind, and make the world obey,
Disposing peace and war by thy own majestic way;
To tame the proud, the fetter’d slave to free:
These are imperial arts, and worthy thee.”
He paus’d; and, while with wond’ring eyes they view’d
The passing spirits, thus his speech renew’d:
“See great Marcellus! how, untir’d in toils,
He moves with manly grace, how rich with regal spoils!
He, when his country, threaten’d with alarms,
Requires his courage and his conqu’ring arms,
Shall more than once the Punic bands affright;
Shall kill the Gaulish king in single fight;
Then to the Capitol in triumph move,
And the third spoils shall grace Feretrian Jove.”
Aeneas here beheld, of form divine,
A godlike youth in glitt’ring armor shine,
With great Marcellus keeping equal pace;
But gloomy were his eyes, dejected was his face.
He saw, and, wond’ring, ask’d his airy guide,
What and of whence was he, who press’d the hero’s side:
“His son, or one of his illustrious name?
How like the former, and almost the same!
Observe the crowds that compass him around;
All gaze, and all admire, and raise a shouting sound:
But hov’ring mists around his brows are spread,
And night, with sable shades, involves his head.”
“Seek not to know,” the ghost replied with tears,
“The sorrows of thy sons in future years.
This youth (the blissful vision of a day)
Shall just be shown on earth, and snatch’d away.
The gods too high had rais’d the Roman state,
Were but their gifts as permanent as great.
What groans of men shall fill the Martian field!
How fierce a blaze his flaming pile shall yield!
What fun’ral pomp shall floating Tiber see,
When, rising from his bed, he views the sad solemnity!
No youth shall equal hopes of glory give,
No youth afford so great a cause to grieve;
The Trojan honor, and the Roman boast,
Admir’d when living, and ador’d when lost!
Mirror of ancient faith in early youth!
Undaunted worth, inviolable truth!
No foe, unpunish’d, in the fighting field
Shall dare thee, foot to foot, with sword and shield;
Much less in arms oppose thy matchless force,
When thy sharp spurs shall urge thy foaming horse.
Ah! couldst thou break thro’ fate’s severe decree,
A new Marcellus shall arise in thee!
Full canisters of fragrant lilies bring,
Mix’d with the purple roses of the spring;
Let me with fun’ral flow’rs his body strow;
This gift which parents to their children owe,
This unavailing gift, at least, I may bestow!”
Thus having said, he led the hero round
The confines of the blest Elysian ground;
Which when Anchises to his son had shown,
And fir’d his mind to mount the promis’d throne,
He tells the future wars, ordain’d by fate;
The strength and customs of the Latian state;
The prince, and people; and forearms his care
With rules, to push his fortune, or to bear.
Two gates the silent house of Sleep adorn;
Of polish’d ivory this, that of transparent horn:
True visions thro’ transparent horn arise;
Thro’ polish’d ivory pass deluding lies.
Of various things discoursing as he pass’d,
Anchises hither bends his steps at last.
Then, thro’ the gate of iv’ry, he dismiss’d
His valiant offspring and divining guest.
Straight to the ships Aeneas his way,
Embark’d his men, and skimm’d along the sea,
Still coasting, till he gain’d Caieta‘s bay.
At length on oozy ground his galleys moor;
Their heads are turn’d to sea, their sterns to shore.

“现在凝视前方，全神贯注，以看
你未来的罗马子嗣，以及朱利安的血脉。
伟大的凯撒正等待他命运的时刻，
他对世界充满渴望，紧握应许的权力。
接着看那神采奕奕的青年，
凯撒本人，在家族中卓然尊崇；
奥古斯都，早被预言，多次应许，
被派往昔日土星统治的疆土；
生来要复兴更美好的黄金时代。
非洲与印度将服从他的权力；
他将扩展统治，
越过日行轨迹，无视星辰路径，
在阿特拉斯旋转的天穹之处，
其宽阔的肩膀被星光所加冕。
预见他临近，已有震动，
里海诸国和马约特湖颤抖：
预言者远远看到风暴，
威胁的神谕宣告战争。
尼罗河听到他敲响七重大门，
寻找隐藏的源头，畏惧其侄儿命运。
赫拉克勒斯也未征服更多土地或劳役，
尽管他射杀了青铜蹄的雌鹿，
从翻腾的野猪中解放了埃律曼托斯，
并将箭蘸入勒尔奈的血中；
巴克斯也未从印度战争中转身，
坐在由老虎拉动的战车上凯旋，
从尼苏斯之巅下到平原，
紫色缰绳缠绕着盘旋的藤蔓。
我们是否还会怀疑穿越险境去追求
荣誉之路与眼前的王冠？
但那远方出现的人是谁？
头戴橄榄冠，手持香炉，
灰白的胡须与圣洁的衣袍
使我想起他：我认识这位罗马王。
他将为和平的罗马制定新法，
从卑微住所中呼来，执掌权杖。
接着是图卢斯继位尊荣，
他是活跃的君王，热衷武事。
他将训练部队迎战沙场，
曾不习战事，但将为战争荣誉而战。
他将以剑拓展王权，
擦净盔甲，除去和平时期的锈迹。
接着是安库斯，表面谄媚，
内心空虚，却以骄傲的姿态受欢迎。
接着看塔尔奎尼王朝，复仇之剑，
布鲁图斯公正拔剑，罗马得以复兴。
他首先恢复权杖与严厉之斧，
并授执政官王袍以示尊荣。
他的儿子们企图扶持暴君，
渴望再次任意统治，
当众鞭打以示耻辱，
他判他们死刑，维护公共正义。
不幸的人啊，违背虔诚法则，
为子女之事辩护自然法则！
然而人们明白，这疑难事实，
是为了荣耀与国家利益：
流血者是执政官，而非父亲。
看托尔夸图斯亦循同路；
接着，看两位忠诚的德基乌斯：
德鲁西家族，卡米卢斯带回战旗
胜利而归，敌国之旗尽收囊中。
你所见二人身披同样盔甲，熠熠生辉，
现为朋友，紧紧相拥；
但当他们离开夜晚幽暗之境，
身披肉体，呼吸人间光明时，
将因凡人仇恨彼此追击：
战争、伤害、杀戮将随之而来！
父亲首先从阿尔卑斯山下行；
女儿的丈夫在平原中等候：
女婿为东方友军装备武器。
再次拥抱，我的儿子们，不再为敌；
不要以子女之血玷污你的国家！
而你，首位，放下非法的主张，
你，我的血脉，承载朱利安之名！
又一人来，将凯旋而行，
驾车驶向国会山，
从征服的科林斯，携希腊战利品而来。
再有一位，以战功闻名，
在阿尔戈斯施行罗马法，
向希腊人复仇，为特洛伊之因；
将拖拽阿基琉斯的后裔入链，
为祖先的不名誉讨回公道，
以及帕拉斯，因其神位被侵犯。
伟大的卡托，以庄重闻名，
胜利的科苏斯戴桂冠同行。
谁能忘记格拉古兄弟？谁能不称颂
西庇阿家族，那战争的雷霆，
迦太基的双重祸害？谁能目睹
不敬佩贤明的清贫，
严厉的法布里修斯，能停止钦佩吗？
穿着粗衣的农夫执政官？
我虽疲惫，我的赞美归法比家族；
而你，伟大的英雄，你的名号至高无上，
注定在战争中拯救危亡国家，
并通过延迟阻止命运！
让他人更善于塑造流动的金属，
打造金属，雕刻生动的铜像，
将大理石的面孔塑为柔软之肉；
在法庭上辩护更精妙；描绘天空，
并说明星辰何时落下、何时升起。
但罗马，这一切只属于你，掌握可畏权力，
统治人类，使世界服从，
以你的威严方式调度和平与战争；
驯服骄傲者，解放被束缚的奴隶：
这些乃帝国之术，配得上你。”
他说罢停顿，众人惊讶凝视，
看着路过的灵魂，他续讲说道：
“看伟大的马塞卢斯！他劳作不疲，
行动间充满男子气概，战利品丰厚！
当国家面临威胁时，
需要他的勇气与征服武力，
他将多次震慑迦太基军队；
单挑杀死高卢王；
随后凯旋归国会山，
第三批战利品将献于费雷特里乌斯朱庇特。”
埃涅阿斯此时看见，形态神圣，
一位神似的青年，闪亮盔甲耀眼，
与伟大的马塞卢斯并肩同行；
但眼神忧郁，面色沮丧。
他看见，惊讶地问幽灵向导，
那紧随英雄身旁的人是谁？来自何方？
“是他的儿子，还是同名显赫之人？
多么像前者，几乎一模一样！
看那些围绕他的人群；
人人注目，皆钦佩，并高声呼喊：
但浓雾笼罩他的眉宇，
夜色与黑暗影子笼罩其头部。”
“不要探求，”幽灵含泪回应，
不要探问你儿子未来的悲伤。
这青年（短暂的美好幻影）
仅会在世间出现片刻，随即消失。
众神曾将罗马国度抬得太高，
若非他们的恩赐虽伟大却不永久。
火星平原将响彻人类的呻吟！
他燃烧的火堆将迸发何等炽烈的火焰！
流动的台伯河将目睹何等葬礼盛况，
当他起身望见这悲怆的仪式！
没有青年能给予如此荣耀的希望，
没有青年能带来如此深重的哀伤；
特洛伊人的荣耀，罗马的骄傲，
生时钦佩，亡时崇敬！
早年信仰的镜像！
毫不畏惧的价值，神圣不可侵犯的真理！
无敌手敢在战场上不受惩罚，
踏步面对你，用剑与盾对抗；
更遑论以武力抗衡你无双的力量，
当你锐利马刺驱策奔驰的战马时。
啊！若你能突破命运的严苛法令，
一位新的马塞卢斯将在你身上出现！
带来满满一罐芳香的百合，
与春天的紫色玫瑰混合；
让我用葬礼花卉覆盖他的遗体；
这是父母对孩子应尽的礼物，
至少，这份无用的礼物，我可以赠予！”
说罢，他带领英雄环绕，
极乐世界的边界；
当安基塞斯向儿子展示后，
激发他心志，去登上应许的王位，
他预言由命运安排的未来战争；
拉提亚邦的军力与风俗；
君王与百姓；并提前谋划，
以准则引导运势，或承受挑战。
沉寂的睡眠之屋装饰两扇门；
一扇抛光象牙，另一扇透明角质；
透过透明角可见真实幻象；
透过抛光象牙，映出虚假的幻象。
他经过时，谈论各种事物，
安基塞斯最终来到这里。
然后，他通过象牙门送走
他勇敢的子嗣和占卜的客人。
埃涅阿斯径直前往船只，
登船后带领众人沿海航行，
沿着海岸航行，直至抵达凯耶塔湾。
最终，在泥泞的岸地停泊战船；
船头朝向大海，船尾朝向岸边。