Moonlight
Sara Teasdale, 1884 - 1933
It will not hurt me when I am old,
A running tide where moonlight burned
Will not sting me like silver snakes;
The years will make me sad and cold,
It is the happy heart that breaks.
The heart asks more than life can give,
When that is learned, then all is learned;
The waves break fold on jewelled fold,
But beauty itself is fugitive,
It will not hurt me when I am old.
月光
衰老不會傷害我，
灑滿月光的激流
不會像銀蛇把我螫傷；
流年將使我悲哀和冷漠，
隻有快樂的心才會受傷。
心對生活總有無法滿足的索求，
懂得它時， 也就懂得生活；
晶瑩的浪花一波碎一波，
可美麗終將流走，
衰老不會傷害我。
