40. Song

——T. Carew

Ask me no more where Jove bestows,

When June is past, the fading rose;

For in your beauty's orient deep

These flowers, as in their causes, sleep.

Ask me no more whither do stray

The golden atoms of the day;

For in pure love heaven did prepare

Those powders to enrich your hair.

Ask me no more whither doth haste

The nightingale when May is past;

For in your sweet dividing throat

She winters and keeps warm her note.

Ask me no more where those stars' light.

That downwards fall in dead of night;

For in your eyes they sit, and there

Fixed become as in their sphere.

Ask me no more if east or west

The Phoenix builds her spicy nest;

For unto you at last she flies,

And in your fragrant bosom dies.

40　歌

卡鲁[1]

六月过去，玫瑰的落英飞扬，

别问我朱庇特将它们安顿何方，

这些鲜花早已各尽名分，

在你辉煌的美中昏睡沉沉。

白昼洒下金粉铺天盖地，

别问我它们遗失在哪里，

上天早已对你特别惠顾，

用这金粉将你的美发涂敷。

五月已经消逝，

别问我夜莺飞往哪里；

它已在你甜美的歌喉中避寒，

一个劲地为自己的音符取暖。

夜深人静，黑暗从天而降，

别问我何处寻觅流失的星光，

它们早已注入你的双眼，

牢牢凝聚，犹如流溢在蓝天。

凤凰为自己筑起香巢，

别问我这香巢何处寻找。

凤凰早已栖息在你的胸口，

在你溢香的怀抱中涅槃。

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[1]托马斯·卡鲁（Thomas Carew，1595—1640），骑士派诗人。毕业于牛津大学。政治上忠于查理一世。代表作是《销魂》。他的诗曾受多恩和琼生的影响。