去吧，浓艳的景色，玫瑰的园圃!
Away, ye gay landscapes, ye gardens of roses!
让富贵宠儿在你们那里遨游;
In you let the minions of luxury rove;
还给我巉岩峻岭——白雪的住处，
Restore me the rocks, where the snow-flake reposes,
尽管它 们已许身于爱和自由;
Though still they are sacred to freedom and love:
喀利多尼亚!我爱慕你的山岳，
Yet, Caledonia, beloved are thy mountains,
尽管皑皑的峰顶风雨交加，
Round their white summits though elements war;
不见泉水徐流，见瀑布飞泻，
Though cataracts foam 8216;stead of smooth-flowing fountains,
我还是眷念幽暗的洛赫纳佳!
I sigh for the valley of dark Loch na Garr.
啊!我幼时常常在那儿来往，
Ah! there my young footsteps in infancy wander 8217;d;
头戴软帽，身披格子呢外衣;
My cap was the bonner, my cloak was the plaid;
缅怀着那些亡故多年的酋长，
On chieftains long perish 8217;d my memory ponder 8217;d,
我天天踱过松柯掩映的林地。
As daily I strode through the pine-cover 8217;d glade.
直到白昼收尽了暗淡余光，
I sought not my home till the day 8217;s dying glory
北极星当空闪耀，我才回家;
Gave place to the rays of the bright polar star;
流传的故事勾起迷人的遐想，
For fancy was cheer 8217;d by traditional story,
是山民传述的——在幽暗的洛赫纳佳。
Disclosed by the natives of dark Loch na Garr.
“逝者的亡灵!难道我没有听到
8216;Shades of the dead! have I not heard your voices
席卷暗夜的怒风里，你们在喧呼?”
Rise on the night-rolling breath of the gale?´
英雄的精魂定然会开颜欢笑，
Surely the soul of the hero rejoices,
驾御天风驰骋于故乡的山谷。
And rides on the wind, o 8217;er his own Highland vale.
当风雪迷雰在洛赫纳佳聚拢，
Round Loch na Garr while the stormy mist gathers,
冬之神驱着冰车君临天下，
Winter presides in his cold icy car:
云霾围裹着我们祖先的身影，
Clouds there encircle the forms of my fathers;
在那风暴里——在幽暗的洛赫纳佳。
They dwell in the tempests of dark Loch na Garr.
“不幸的勇士们!竟没有什么异象
Ill-starr´d, though brave, did no visions foreboding
预示命运遗弃了你们的事业? 8221;
Tell you that fate had forsaken your cause?´
你们注定了要在卡洛登阵亡，
Ah! were you destined to die at Culloden,
哪会有胜利的欢呼将你们酬谢!
Victory crown 8217;d not your fall with applause:
总算有幸，和你们部族一起，
Still were you happy in death 8217;s earthy slumber,
在勃瑞玛岩穴，你们长眠地下;
You rest with your clan in the caves of Braemar;
高亢风笛传扬着你们的事迹，
The pibroch resounds to the piper 8217;s loud number,
峰峦回应着——在幽暗的洛赫纳佳。
Your deeds on the echoes of dark Loch na Garr.
洛赫纳佳呵，别后已多少光阴!
Years have roll 8217;d on, Loch na Garr, since I left you,
再与你相逢，还要过多少岁月!
Years must elapse ere I tread you again:
造化虽不曾给你繁花和绿荫，
Nature of verdure and flow 8217;rs has bereft you,
你却比艾尔宾原野更为亲切。
Yet still are you dearer than Albion 8217;s plain.
从远方山岳归来的游子眼中，
England! thy beauties are tame and domestic
英格兰!你的美过于驯良温雅;
To one who has roved on the mountains afar:
我多么眷念那粗犷雄峻的岩峰!
Oh for the crags that are wild and majestic!
那含怒的奇景，那幽暗的洛赫纳佳!
The steep frowning glories of dark Loch na Garr!
（实习编辑：高奕飞）