A Woman Homer Sung
|
荷马歌唱过的女人
|
| If any man drew near |
在我年轻的时候 |
| When I was young, |
如果哪个男人走近她， |
| I thought,‘He holds her dear,' |
我会想：“他喜欢她，” |
| And shook with hate and fear. |
便陷于恼火、恐惧。 |
| But O!'twas bitter wrong |
可是啊，若他无动于衷地 |
| If he could pass her by |
走过她的身边， |
| With an indifferent eye. |
却是件更糟的事呢。 |
| Whereon I wrote and wrought, |
于是我开始写作， |
| And now, being grey, |
从青春写到老去， |
| I dream that I have brought |
我梦到我的诗笔 |
| To such a pitch my thought |
达到了那样的高度， |
| That coming time can say, |
足以让后来人说出： |
| ‘He shadowed in a glass |
“他像一面镜子 |
| What thing her body was.' |
记下了她的美。” |
| For she had fiery blood |
因为，在我年轻的时候， |
| When I was young, |
她美得火焰般热烈， |
| And trod so sweetly proud |
翩然而高贵的脚步 |
| As'twere upon a cloud, |
在一朵云彩上行走。 |
| A woman Homer sung, |
那个荷马歌唱过的女人 |
| That life and letters seem |
生活中，或是文字里， |
| But an heroic dream. |
都是一场英雄的梦。 |
