A Woman Homer Sung
|
荷馬歌唱過的女人
|
| If any man drew near |
在我年輕的時候 |
| When I was young, |
如果哪個男人走近她， |
| I thought,‘He holds her dear,' |
我會想：“他喜歡她，” |
| And shook with hate and fear. |
便陷于惱火、恐懼。 |
| But O!'twas bitter wrong |
可是啊，若他無動于衷地 |
| If he could pass her by |
走過她的身邊， |
| With an indifferent eye. |
卻是件更糟的事呢。 |
| Whereon I wrote and wrought, |
于是我開始寫作， |
| And now, being grey, |
從青春寫到老去， |
| I dream that I have brought |
我夢到我的詩筆 |
| To such a pitch my thought |
達到了那樣的高度， |
| That coming time can say, |
足以讓后來人說出： |
| ‘He shadowed in a glass |
“他像一面鏡子 |
| What thing her body was.' |
記下了她的美。” |
| For she had fiery blood |
因為，在我年輕的時候， |
| When I was young, |
她美得火焰般熱烈， |
| And trod so sweetly proud |
翩然而高貴的腳步 |
| As'twere upon a cloud, |
在一朵云彩上行走。 |
| A woman Homer sung, |
那個荷馬歌唱過的女人 |
| That life and letters seem |
生活中，或是文字里， |
| But an heroic dream. |
都是一場英雄的夢。 |
