英文
The Song of the Little Hunter
Ere Mor the Peacock flutters, ere the Monkey People cry,
Ere Chil the Kite swoops down a furlong sheer,
Through the Jungle very softly flits a shadow and a sigh—
He is Fear, O Little Hunter, he is Fear!
Very softly down the glade runs a waiting, watching shade,
And the whisper spreads and widens far and near;
And the sweat is on thy brow, for he passes even now—
He is Fear, O Little Hunter, he is Fear!
Ere the moon has climbed the mountain, ere the rocks are ribbed with light,
When the downward-dipping trails are dank and drear,
Comes a breathing hard behind thee—snuffle-snuffle through the night—
It is Fear, O Little Hunter, it is Fear!
On thy knees and draw the bow; bid the shrilling arrow go;
In the empty, mocking thicket plunge the spear;
But thy hands are loosed and weak, and the blood has left thy cheek—
It is Fear, O Little Hunter, it is Fear!
When the heat-cloud sucks the tempest, when the slivered pine trees fall,
When the blinding, blaring rain-squalls lash and veer;
Through the war-gongs of the thunder rings a voice more loud than all—
It is Fear, O Little Hunter, it is Fear!
Now the spates are banked and deep; now the footless boulders leap—
Now the lightning shows each littlest leaf-rib clear—
But thy throat is shut and dried, and thy heart against thy side,
Hammers: Fear, O Little Hunter—this is Fear!
中文
小猎人之歌
猴民们尚未呼叫，孔雀毛儿还不曾振翼，
老鹰奇儿还没有从高空猛扑下去；
丛林里轻轻掠过一个黑影和一声叹息——
他就是恐惧，小猎人呀，他就是恐惧！
一个等候、注视着的幽灵轻轻地跑过林间空地，
悄声细语在远远近近不断延续；
你的额头上汗水淋漓，因为他目前还在游弋——
他就是恐惧，小猎人呀，他就是恐惧！
月亮还没有爬上山冈，岩石上的光道尚未形成，
往下倾斜的小径阴湿而又沉郁；
你的身后传来粗重的呼吸——呼哧呼哧响彻夜空——
那就是恐惧，小猎人呀，那就是恐惧！
在紧要关头拉开弓，让尖叫的箭往前直冲，
在虚虚玄玄的灌木林里把长矛投出去；
可是你的手既无力又放松，鲜血流下了你的面孔——
那就是恐惧，小猎人呀，那就是恐惧！
热云吮足了暴风雨，裂口的松树倒下身亡，
胡抽乱打的是那眯眼咆哮的暴风骤雨；
穿过战鼓似的雷声，有一个声音最为响亮——
那就是恐惧，小猎人呀，那就是恐惧！
这时洪水泱泱，无脚的圆石也乱跳乱闯，
闪电把最细小的叶脉也暴露无遗，
可是你的喉咙已关闭枯僵，你的心捶打着胸腔——
这就是恐惧，小猎人呀，这就是恐惧！
