译者：心善渊
To Pan
Seated in a woodland glen
By a shallow reedy stream
Once I fell a-musing, when
I was lull’d into a dream.
From the brook a shape arose
Half a man and half a goat.
Hoofs it had instead of toes
And a beard adorn’d its throat
On a set of rustic reeds
Sweetly play’d this hybrid man
Naught car’d I for earthly needs,
For I knew that this was Pan
Nymphs & Satyrs gather’d ’round
To enjoy the lively sound.
All to soon I woke in pain
And return’d to haunts of men.
But in rural vales I’d fain
Live and hear Pan’s pipes again.
致潘
坐在林间的空地，
于浅浅芦苇溪畔。
我忽然陷入了沉思，
渐渐，被哄入安眠。
溪中浮现一道影迹——
半是人身，半是山羊。
蹄子取代了脚趾
而胡须装饰着喉咙
一组质朴的芦笛
混血的人啊，吹地如此之甜
我已毫不在乎这尘世名利，
因为我知道，此即是潘
宁芙与萨堤尔们齐聚于此
只为享受这生动的乐音
很快我便在痛苦中苏醒
并重返人世凡尘
可我多想就住在乡谷中
再闻那潘神的笛音
On Receiving a Picture of Swans
With pensive grace the melancholy Swan
Mourns o’er the tomb of luckless Phaëton;
On grassy banks the weeping poplars wave,
And guard with tender care the wat’ry grave.
Would that I might, should I too proudly claim
An Heav’nly parent, or a Godlike fame,
When flown too high, and dash’d to depths below,
Receive such tribute as a Cygnus’ woe!
The faithful bird, that dumbly floats along,
Sighs all the deeper for his want of song.
忧郁的天鹅带着沉思的优雅
哀悼着那不幸的法厄同之坟茔；
在青翠的河岸上，垂泪的白杨轻拂摇曳
并以柔情守护着那水边的墓冢。
但愿我也可以，如若我太过自负
一位天堂般的父母，或神一般的名声，
当飞至高天，又坠入深渊之时，
请接受这天鹅悲鸣般的祭献！
那忠实的鸟儿，默默漂浮向前
他因歌声的缺失而愈发叹息。
Sunset
The cloudless day is richer at its close;
A golden glory settles on the lea;
Soft, stealing shadows hint of cool repose
To mellowing landscape, and to calming sea.
And in that nobler, gentler, lovelier light,
The soul to sweeter, loftier bliss inclines;
Freed form the noonday glare, the favour’d sight
Increasing grace in earth and sky divines.
But ere the purest radiance crowns the green,
Or fairest lustre fills th’ expectant grove,
The twilight thickens, and the fleeting scene
Leaves but a hallow’d memory of love!
日落
无云的晴日在暮色中更显丰饶；
一片金色的辉煌落满芳草；
悄然的柔影，暗示清凉安好
致醇熟的风景，和渐静的海涛。
在那更高贵、温柔、美好的光辉中
灵魂倾向更甜蜜高远的福祉；
从正午阳光中解脱，那备受青睐的目光
在天地间辩识那渐增的神圣与恩赐。
但未等至纯的光辉覆盖草畦，
亦未等至明的光华填满期待的树林，
暮色渐浓，而转瞬即逝的景致
只留下对爱的神圣追忆！
