Vita Nuova

I stood by the unvintageable sea

Till the wet waves drenched face and hair with spray;

The long red fires of the dying day

Burned in the west; the wind piped drearily;

And to the land the clamorous gulls did flee:

'Alas!' I cried, 'my life is full of pain,

And who can garner fruit or golden grain,

From these waste fields which travail ceaselessly!'

My nets gaped wide with many a break and flaw,

Nathless I threw them as my final cast

Into the sea, and waited for the end.

When lo! a sudden glory! and I saw

From the black waters of my tortured past

The argent splendour of white limbs ascend!

新　生

我站立在不能酿酒的海水边，

直到浪花溅湿我的脸和头发；

濒危白昼的红色长火舌

在西天燃烧；海风凄厉地吹奏；

喧闹不已的海鸥向着陆地俯冲：

“唉！”我长叹道，“我的一生充满痛苦，

谁又能从这不停地流转的旷野，

荒芜的旷野收获果实和金色的麦子！”

我的渔网裂口大开，且有许多小洞，

但我仍然将它撒向大海，怀抱

最后的希望，等待最终的结果。

哦，看哪！意外的荣光！我看见

从我往昔苦难的黑色水域

白色胴体的银光正冉冉升起！