The Garden of Paradise
A translation of Hans Christian Andersen's "Paradisets Have" by Jean Hersholt.
He went walking in the woods one day. He walked alone, for this was his favorite amusement. Evening came on, the clouds gathered, and the rain poured down as if the sky were all one big floodgate from which the water plunged. It was as dark as it would be at night in the deepest well. He kept slipping on the wet grass, and tripping over the stones that stuck out of the rocky soil. Everything was soaking wet, and at length the poor Prince didn't have a dry stitch to his back. He had to scramble over great boulders where the water trickled from the wet moss. He had almost fainted, when he heard a strange puffing and saw a huge cave ahead of him. It was brightly lit, for inside the cave burned a fire so large that it could have roasted a stag. And this was actually being done. A magnificent deer, antlers and all, had been stuck on a spit, and was being slowly turned between the rough-hewn trunks of two pine trees. An elderly woman, so burly and strong that she might have been taken for a man in disguise, sat by the fire and threw log after log upon it.
彼は、或る日、森の中に歩いて入った。彼は、ー人歩いた。因みに、これは、彼のお気に入りの気晴らしだった。タ方になって雲が厚くなり、空は、水が勢いよく雪崩れ込む全く一つの大きな水門ででもあるかのように、雨が降り注いだ。完全に更けた夜と同じくらい暗かった。彼は、濡れた草の上で滑って転び、岩場から突き出ている石に躓いた。
22:05 2016/03/08火曜日
あらゆるものがぐっしょり濡れていた。そして、おまけに、かわいそうな王子は、全く乾いた布を持っていなかった。彼は、濡れた苔から水が滴り落ちる大きな宕を、攀じ登らなければならなかった。彼は、危うく気絶するところだった。
21:01 2016/03/09水曜日