A Vision

Two crownèd Kings, and One that stood alone

With no green weight of laurels round his head,

But with sad eyes as one uncomforted,

And wearied with man's never-ceasing moan

For sins no bleating victim can atone,

And sweet long lips with tears and kisses fed.

Girt was he in a garment black and red,

And at his feet I marked a broken stone

Which sent up lilies, dove-like, to his knees.

Now at their sight, my heart being lit with flame,

I cried to Beatricé, 'Who are these?'

And she made answer, knowing well each name,

'Aeschylos first, the second Sophokles,

And last (wide stream of tears!) Euripides.'

幻　景

两位加冕的国王，另有一位遗世而独立，

他的头顶并没有绿色月桂树的王冠，

却有一双难以慰藉的忧伤的眼睛，

流露因永不止息的呻吟而产生的倦态，

那罪愆并非哞哞叫的羊羔所能救赎，

眼泪和亲吻滋养他甜蜜的宽嘴唇。

他穿着一袭黑红相间的长袍，

我注意到他的双脚踩着一块碎裂的石头，

石缝里钻出鸽子似的百合，齐膝高。

看到这些景象，我的心被烈焰照亮，

我对着贝雅特丽采大嚷：“他们都是谁?”

每一个名字她都熟悉，给出了答案：

“第一个是埃斯库罗斯，第二个是索福克勒斯，

最后一个(泪如溪涌的!)是欧里庇得斯。”