His Dream
|
他的夢
|
| I swayed upon the gaudy stern |
我在那華美的船尾 |
| The butt-end of a steering-oar, |
搖櫓， |
| And saw wherever I could turn |
希圖避開 |
| A crowd upon a shore. |
岸上的人群。 |
| And though I would have hushed the crowd, |
我本該，使大家安靜下來， |
| There was no mother's son but said, |
但無人不在議論著： |
| ‘What is the figure in a shroud |
“有華美的尸衾鋪在船板的床上 |
| Upon a gaudy bed?' |
那尸衾下面藏著什么？” |
| And after running at the brim |
沿著岸邊奔跑啊， |
| Cried out upon that thing beneath |
對那尸衾下威嚴的形體 |
| ‘It had such dignity of limb' |
高聲呼叫 |
| By the sweet name of Death. |
甜蜜的死神的名號。 |
| Though I'd my finger on my lip, |
我的手指雖然抑住了唇， |
| What could I but take up the song? |
但還是唱出了這首歌謠。 |
| And running crowd and gaudy ship |
而奔跑的人群和華麗的船兒 |
| Cried out the whole night long, |
整個夜晚都不住地喊叫， |
| Crying amid the glittering sea, |
喊叫在海浪的粼光里， |
| Naming it with ecstatic breath, |
喊叫在狂熱的氣息里， |
| Because it had such dignity, |
在那威嚴的形體之前 |
| By the sweet name of Death. |
喊叫死神的甜美的名字。 |
