新浪日志078（天涯日志237）

Autumn: A Dirge 秋: 挽歌 --Percy Bysshe Shelley雪莱

译/李景琪、猎人hunter560  （2007年6月）

The warm sun is falling, the bleak wind is wailing,

The bare boughs are sighing, the pale flowers are dying,

And the Year

On the earth is her death-bed, in a shroud of leaves dead,

Is lying.

Come, Months, come away,

From November to May,

In your saddest array;

Follow the bier

Of the dead cold Year,

And like dim shadows watch by her sepulchre.

金乌坠，寒风号,

光枝叹，白花凋。

大地是临终之床，

落叶即为裹尸布---

此年正一命呜呼。

来吧，诸月，快离开，

从十一月到五月，

以你们最悲伤的队列，

跟随这冷冰冰的

死亡之年的灵柩，

如黑影在她墓旁看守。

The chill rain is falling, the nipped worm is crawling,

The rivers are swelling, the thunder is knelling

For the Year;

The blithe swallows are flown, and the lizards each gone

To his dwelling.

Come, Months, come away;

Put on white, black and gray;

Let your light sisters play--

Ye, follow the bier

Of the dead cold Year,

And make her grave green with tear on tear.

冻雨降，爬虫僵，

雷声鸣，河水涨。

燕子欢快飞翔，

蜥蜴各自回家忙。

来吧，诸月，快离开，

披上白色，黑色和灰色。

让你们浅色的姊妹来玩—

你们，跟随这冷冰冰的

死亡之年的灵柩，

用滴滴泪水使她的坟墓绿油油。