本帖最后由 雨荷风 于 2015-10-7 21:05 编辑
A timid grace sits trembling in her eye,
As loth to meet the rudeness of men’s sight,
Yet shedding a delicious lunar light
That steeps in kind oblivious ecstasy
The care-crazed mind, like some still melody:
Speaking most plain the thoughts which do possess
Her gentle sprite: peace, and meek quietness,
And innocent loves, and maiden purity:
A look whereof might heal the cruel smart
Of changed friends, or fortune’s wrongs unkind:
Might to sweet deeds of mercy move the heart
Of him who hates his brethren of mankind.
Turned are those lights from me, who fondly yet
Past joys, vain loves, and buried hopes regret.
一丝畏怯在她眼中震颤,
好像不愿看到世象的粗鄙,
然而散发一缕甘美的皎洁,
就像一支安静的旋律
把劳愁的心灵深浸在
善良的被人遗忘的狂喜之中:
它平实地诉说着心头所思:
和平、柔顺、安静;
处子的贞洁,单纯的爱恋:
那眼神,
或许可以抚慰友情背叛的酷痛,
或命运的无情和不公:
那眼神,
或许可以改变那颗痛恨人类兄弟的心灵
让它转而相信仁爱之举。
而当我还痴叹于过去的欢乐,
无果的爱情和埋葬的希望,
那些眼神就从我身上移开。
6/14草译
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