暗恋追求篇
隐秘的爱
——约翰·克利尔
I met her in the greenest dells,
where dewdrops pearl the wood bluebells;
the lost breeze kissed her bright blue eye,
the bee kissed and went singing by,
a sunbeam found a passage there,
a gold chain round her neck so fair;
as secret as the wild bee’s song,
she lay there all the summer long.
I hid my love in field and town,
till e’en the breeze would knock me down,
the bees seemed singing ballads o’er,
the fly’s bass turned a lion’s roar;
and even silence found a tongue,
to haunt me all the summer long;
the riddle nature could not prove,
was nothing else but secret love.
我们相逢在最葱郁的幽谷，
蓝铃花上的露水好似珍珠；
迷途的风亲过她湛蓝的明眸，
留下吻的蜜蜂歌唱着飞走，
一束阳光找到归宿，
成为她美颈上的金色项链；
隐秘如野蜂的歌声，
整个夏天她静居我心。
我把爱意藏遍原野和小镇，
直到微风都能将我吹倒；
蜜蜂似乎唱起小调，
飞虫的低吟也像狮吼；
连寂静都会说话，
困扰我整个夏天；
天地间唯一无法解释的谜团，
只有这隐秘的爱。
纯爱告白篇
相信我
——托马斯·穆尔
Believe me, if all those endearing young charms
which I gaze on so fondly today,
were to change by tomorrow, and fleet in my arms,
like fairy-gifts fading away,
thou wouldst still be ador’d, as this moment thou art
let thy loveliness fade as it will,
and around the dear ruin each, wish of my heart
would entwine itself verdantly still.
It is not while beauty and youth are thine own,
and thy cheeks unprofan’d by a tear,
that the fervour and faith of a soul can be known,
to which time will but make thee more dear!
Oh! The heart, that has truly lov’d never forgets,
but as truly loves on to the close,
as the sun-flower turns on her god, when he sets,
the same look which she turn’d when he rose.
相信我，倘若我如今深情凝望着的，
你所有惹人爱慕的青春魅力，
都将在明天改变，飞逝于我的臂弯，
如同天赐的恩惠渐渐失效，
我仍会像此时此刻一样爱你，
即使美好终将流失，
在宝贵的遗迹上，
我的心愿依旧葱郁盘绕。
并非因为你正当美丽年少，
面颊未被泪水玷污，
才赢得热忱而又虔诚的爱慕，
历经时光你越发珍贵！
是的，真正爱过的心从不忘却，
真正的爱持续到生命尽头，
就像向日葵永远追随着她的太阳神，
无论他是东升还是西落。
幸福热恋篇
回声
——托马斯·穆尔
How sweet the answer echo makes to music at night,
when, roused by lute or horn, she wakes,
and far away, o’er lawns and lakes,
goes answering light.
Yet Love hath echoes truer far,
and far more sweet,
than e’er beneath the moonlight's star,
of horn or lute, or soft guitar,
the songs repeat.
’Tis when the sigh, in youth sincere,
and only then—
the sigh that’s breathed for one to hear,
is by that one, that only dear,
breathed back again!
回声如此甜蜜地应和着夜晚的旋律，
被鲁特琴或号角唤醒，
她越过草地与湖泊，
回应远方的光明。
爱的回声更远，
更甘美，
胜过月夜星辰下，
号角，鲁特琴，又或是吉他，
旋律还在重复。
叹息满含青春的诚挚，
此时此刻——
只为了让一个人倾听，
而这唯一亲爱的人，
也以吐息回应！
痴情伤感篇
我们两人分别时
——乔治·戈登·拜伦
They name thee before me, a knell to mine ear;
a shudder comes o’er me, why wert thou so dear?
Thy know not I knew thee who knew thee too well.
Long, long shall I rue thee,
too deeply to tell.
In secret we met—in silence I grieve,
that thy heart could forget, thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee after long years,
how should I greet thee ?
With silence and tears.
他们当着我谈起你，仿佛丧钟传进耳朵；
使我一阵阵战栗—为什么曾与你这样亲密？
他们不知道我认识你，不知道我们熟稔至此。
我将长久地、长久地叹息，
悔恨不已，却无法形诸言语，
当时我们隐秘地会面，现在也只好静默地哀叹，
你的心竟会忘却，灵魂竟会欺骗。
如果多年以后，再见到你，我该怎样致意？
默默无语，泪流满面。
挚爱永恒篇
当我恐惧
——约翰·济慈
When I have fears that I may cease to be,
before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain,
before high-piled books, in charactery,
hold like rich garners the full-ripened grain;
when I behold, upon the night’s starred face,
huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
and think that I may never live to trace
their shadows, with the magic hand of chance;
and when I feel, fair creature of an hour,
that I shall never look upon thee more,
never have relish in the faery power
of unreflecting love; —then on the shore
of the wide world I stand alone, and think
till love and fame to nothingness do sink.
每当我恐惧生命或将止息，
满溢的想法还未汇聚笔端，
不能聚成高高书堆，
如成熟的谷物填满谷仓；
每当我凝望繁星夜空，
壮阔云图传递着大自然的罗曼史，
想到我或许永不能寻踪捉影，
借乍现的灵光妙笔演绎；
当我想到，风采易逝的美人啊，
我将再不能看到你，
不能沉浸在爱情那不假思索的魔力里—
我就像在广袤世界的边缘茕茕孑立，
直到爱情与名誉都没入虚无。
