多少詩人把光陰鍍成了黃金

How Many Bards Gild the Lapses of Time
多少詩人把光陰鍍成了黃金

作者： 濟慈
屠岸譯

How many bards gild the lapses of time!
A few of them have ever been the food
Of my delighted fancy,—I could brood
Over their beauties, earthly, or sublime:

多少詩人把光陰鍍成了黃金！
詩傑的神品永遠是我的幻想
得到哺育的養料，美妙的詩章
或質樸,或崇高,使我深思,默吟：

And often, when I sit me down to rhyme,
These will in throngs before my mind intrude:
But no confusion, no disturbance rude
Do they occasion; 'tis a pleasing chime.

時常， 當我坐下來神馳於詩韻，
那些華章便簇擁進我的心鄉：
但它們沒有引起刺耳的擾攘，
隻是和諧地匯成動聽的樂音。

So the unnumbered sounds that evening store;
The songs of birds-the whispering of the leaves
The voice of watersùthe great bell that heaves

仿佛積聚在黃昏的無數聲響：
鳥兒歌唱， 樹葉颯颯地絮語，
流水潺潺， 洪鍾沉重地叩出

With solemn sound,--and thousand others more,
That distance of recognizance bereaves,
Makes pleasing music, and not wild uproar.

莊嚴的聲音，還有那來自遠方
難以辨認的千種鳴響， 合奏出
絕妙的音樂，而不是聒噪喧嚷。