I would I were a careless child,
我愿做无忧无虑的小孩,
Still dwelling in my Highland cave,
仍然居住在高原的洞穴,
Or roaming through the dusky wild,
或是在微曛旷野里徘徊,
Or bounding o 8217;er the dark blue wave;
或是在暗蓝海波上腾跃;
The cumbrous pomp of Saxon pride
撒克逊浮华的繁文缛礼
Accords not with the freeborn soul,
不合我生来自由的意志,
Which loves the mountain 8217;s craggy side,
我眷念坡道崎岖的山地,
And seeks the rocks where billows roll.
我向往狂涛扑打的巨石。
Fortune! take back these cultured lands,
命运呵!请收回丰熟的田畴,
Take back this name of splendid sound!
收回这响亮的尊荣称号
I hate the touch of servile hands,
我厌恶被人卑屈地迎候,
I hate the slaves that cringe around.
厌恶被奴仆躬身环绕。
Place me among the rocks I love,
把我放回我酷爱的山岳,
Which sound to Ocean 8217;s wildest roar;
听巉岩应和咆哮的海洋;
I ask but this—again to rove
我只求让我重新领略
Through scenes my youth hath known before.
我从小熟悉的故国风光。
Few are my years, and yet I feel
我虽然年少,也能感觉出
The world was ne 8217;er design 8217;d for me:
这世界决不是为我而设;
Ah! why do dark 8217;ning shades conceal
幽冥暗影为何要幂覆
The hour when man must cease to be?
世人向尘寰告别的时刻?
Once I beheld a splendid dream,
我也曾瞥见过辉煌梦境——
A visionary scene of bliss:
极乐之乡的神奇幻觉;
Truth!—wherefore did thy hated beam
真相呵!为何你可憎的光明
Awake me to a world like this?
唤醒我面临这么个世界?
I loved—but those I loved are gone;
我爱过——所爱之人已离去;
Had friends—my early friends are fled:
有朋友——早年友谊已终结;
How cheerless feels the heart alone
孤苦的心灵怎能不忧郁,
When all its former hopes are dead!
当原有的希望都黯然熄灭!
Though gay companions o 8217;er the bowl
纵然酒宴中欢谑的伙伴们
Dispel awhile the sense of ill;
把恶劣情怀驱散了片刻;
Though pleasure stirs the maddening soul,
豪兴能振奋痴狂的灵魂,
The heart—the heart—is lonely still.
心儿呵,心儿却永远寂寞。
How dull! to hear the voice of those
多无聊!去听那些人闲谈:
Whom rank or chance, whom wealth or power,
那些人与我非敌非友,
Have made, though neither friends nor foes,
是门第、权势、财富或机缘
Associates of the festive hour.
使他们与我在筵前聚首。
Give me again a faithful few,
把几个忠诚密友还给我,
In years and feelings still the same,
还是原来的年纪和心情;
And I will fly the midnight crew,
躲开那半夜喧嚣的一伙,
Where boist´rous joy is but a name.
他们的欢乐不过是虚名。
And woman, lovely woman! thou,
美人,可爱的美人!你就是
My hope, my comforter, my all?
我的希望,慰藉,和一切?
How cold must be my bosom now,
连你那笑靥的魅力也消失,
When e 8217;en thy smiles begin to pall!
我心中怎能不奇寒凛冽!
Without a sigh would I resign
又富丽又惨苦的繁嚣俗境,
This busy scene of splendid woe,
我毫无叹惜,愿从此告辞;
To make that calm contentment mine,
我只要怡然知足的恬静——
Which virtue knows, or seems to know.
“美德”熟识它,或似曾相识。
Fain would I fly the haunts of men—
告别这熙来攘往的去处——
I seek to shun, not hate mankind;
我不恨人类,只是想避开;
My breast requires the sullen glen,
我痴心寻觅阴沉崖谷,
Whose gloom may suit a darken 8217;d mind.
那暝色契合这晦暗胸怀。
Oh! that to me the wings were given
但愿能给我一双翅膀:
Which bear the turtle to her nest!
像斑鸠飞回栖宿的巢里,
Then would I cleave the vault of heaven,
我也要展翅飞越穹苍,
To flee away, and be at rest.
飘然远引,得享安息。
(实习编辑:高奕飞)