The Solitary Reaper - 孤獨的割麥女

By William Wordsworth - 威廉.華茲華斯

 

No Nightingale did ever chaunt

More welcome notes to weary bands

Of travellers in some shady haunt,

Among Arabian sands:

A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard

In spring-time from the Cuckoo-bird,

Breaking the silence of the seas

Among the farthest Hebrides.

 

Will no one tell me what she sings?—

Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow

For old, unhappy, far-off things,

And battles long ago:

Or is it some more humble lay,

Familiar matter of to-day?

Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain,

That has been, and may be again?

還從未有過夜鶯百囀，
唱出過如此迷人的歌，
在沙漠中的綠蔭間
撫慰過疲憊的旅客；
還從未有過杜鵑迎春，
聲聲啼得如此震動靈魂，
在遙遠的赫布利底群島
打破過大海的寂寥。

她唱什麽，誰能告訴我？
憂傷的音符不斷流湧，
是把遙遠的不聿訴說？
是把古代的戰爭吟詠？
也許她的歌比較卑謙，
隻是唱今日平凡的悲歡，
隻是唱自然的哀傷苦痛——
昨天經受過，明天又將重逢？