新浪日志1323

To Wordsworth《致华兹华斯》

--Percy Bysshe Shelley波西·比希·雪莱

中译/李景琪George Lee

(2009.5)

Poet of Nature, thou hast wept to know
That things depart which never may return:
Childhood and youth, friendship and love's first glow,
Have fled like sweet dreams, leaving thee to mourn.
These common woes I feel. One loss is mine
Which thou too feel'st, yet I alone deplore.
Thou wert as a lone star, whose light did shine
On some frail bark in winter's midnight roar:
Thou hast like to a rock-built refuge stood
Above the blind and battling multitude:

In honored poverty thy voice did weave
Songs consecrate to truth and liberty,--
Deserting these, thou leavest me to grieve,
Thus having been, that thou shouldst cease to be.

大自然之诗人，汝深知

万物一去不返：

童年与青春，友情与初恋，

如美梦遁逸，汝空留悲叹。
吾同有此感。吾之损失

汝亦感，然吾独遗憾。
汝如孤星，于冬夜寒风

咆哮中照射脆弱的树干：

汝似岩石建造之避难所

立于盲目纷争众生之上：

于荣誉之贫穷中汝之声音

编织成歌为真理自由而献，--

汝，弃世而去，空留吾哀挽，

如是，汝必非汝之原先。