The Arrow |
箭 |
| I thought of your beauty, and this arrow, | 以往我一想起你的美，这支箭—— |
| Made out of a wild thought, is in my marrow. | 这支狂乱思绪铸造的箭——就刺入骨髓。 |
| There's no man may look upon her, no man, | 可再没有男人的目光了， |
| As when newly grown to be a woman, | 不像当日里青春的时刻， |
| Tall and noble but with face and bosom | 迷人、幽雅， |
| Delicate in colour as apple blossom. | 纤美如淡淡的苹果花。 |
| This beauty's kinder, yet for a reason | 如今益发美了，而我，却为了某个缘故 |
| I could weep that the old is out of season. | 哭泣。往日不再。 |
