THE WHITE BIRDS

――by W.B. Yeats

Would that we were，my beloved，white birds on the foam of the sea!

We tire of the flame of the meteor，before it can fade and flee;

And the flame of the blue star of twilight，hung low on the rim of the sky，

Has awakened in our hearts，my beloved，a sadness that may not die.

親愛的，但愿我們是浪尖上一雙白鳥!

流星尚未隕逝，我們已厭倦了它的閃耀;

天邊低懸，晨光里那顆藍(lán)星的幽光，

喚醒了你我心中，一縷不死的憂傷。

A weariness comes from those dreamers，dew-dabbled，the lily and rose;

Ah，dream not of them，my beloved，the flame of the meteor that goes，

Or the flame of the blue star that lingers hung low in the fall of the dew：

For I would we were changed to white birds on the wandering foam：I and you!

露濕的百合、玫瑰夢里逸出一絲困倦;

呵，親愛的，可別夢那流星的閃耀，

也別夢那藍(lán)星的幽光在滴露中低徊：

但愿我們化作浪尖上的白鳥：我和你!

I am haunted by numberless islands，and many a Danaan shore，

Where Time would surely forget us，and Sorrow come near us no more;

Soon far from the rose and the lily，and fret of the flames would we be，

Were we only white birds，my beloved，buoyed out on the foam of the sea!

我心頭縈繞著無數(shù)島嶼和丹南湖濱，

在那里歲月會(huì)以遺忘我們，悲哀不再來臨;

轉(zhuǎn)瞬就會(huì)遠(yuǎn)離玫瑰、百合和星光的侵蝕，

只要我們是雙白鳥，親愛的，出沒在浪花里!