【诗歌——乔治·赫伯特（George Herbert,1593—1633 ）】
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The Call
Come, my Way, my Truth, my Life:
Such a way as gives us breath;
Such a truth as ends all strife,
Such a life as killeth death.
Come, my Light, my Feast, my Strength:
Such a light as shows a feast,
Such a feast as mends in length,
Such a strength as makes his guest.
Come, my Joy, my Love, my Heart:
Such a joy as none can move,
Such a love as none can part
,
Such a heart as joys in love.
召唤
来吧，我的道路、我的真理、我的生命：
这道路能给我们生机，这真理结束所有分歧，这生命没有死期。
来吧，我的光、我的筵席、我的力量：
这光能照亮筵席，这筵席日久弥新，这力量使我成为他的嘉宾。
来吧，我的喜悦、我的爱、我的心：
这喜悦无人可转移，这爱无人可剥离，这颗心在爱中欢喜。
①道路、真理、生命是耶稣自称，参阅《约翰福音》14。
②筵席、嘉宾，天国的比喻，参阅《马太福音》22。
③值得注意的是本诗除了killeth以外用的都是单音节词。
The World
George Herbert,
1593 -
1633
Love built a stately house, where Fortune came, And spinning
fancies, she was heard to say That her fine cobwebs did support the
frame, Whereas they were supported by the same; But Wisdom quickly
swept them all away. The Pleasure came, who, liking not the
fashion, Began to make balconies, terraces, Till she had weakened
all by alteration; But reverend laws, and many a proclomation
Reforméd all at length with menaces. Then entered Sin, and with
that sycamore Whose leaves first sheltered man from drought and
dew, Working and winding slily evermore, The inward walls and
summers cleft and tore; But Grace shored these, and cut that as it
grew. Then Sin combined with death in a firm band, To raze the
building to the very floor; Which they effected,--none could them
withstand; But Love and Grace took Glory by the hand, And built a
braver palace than before.
The Collar
George Herbert,
1593 -
1633
I struck the board, and cry’d, No more. I will abroad. What? shall
I ever sigh and pine? My lines and life are free; free as the rode,
Loose as the winde, as large as store. Shall I be still in suit?
Have I no harvest but a thorn To let me bloud, and not restore What
I have lost with cordiall fruit? Sure there was wine Before my
sighs did drie it: there was corn Before my tears did drown it. Is
the yeare onely lost to me? Have I no bayes to crown it? No
flowers, no garlands gay? all blasted? All wasted? Not so, my
heart: but there is fruit, And thou hast hands. Recover all thy
sigh-blown age On double pleasures: leave thy cold dispute Of what
is fit and not. Forsake thy cage, Thy rope of sands, Which pettie
thoughts have made, and made to thee Good cable, to enforce and
draw, And be thy law, While thou didst wink and wouldst not see.
Away; take heed: I will abroad. Call in thy deaths head there: tie
up thy fears. He that forbears To suit and serve his need, Deserves
his load. But as I rav’d and grew more fierce and wilde At every
word, Me thoughts I heard one calling, Child! And I reply’d,
My Lord.
Love (III)
George Herbert,
1593 -
1633
Love bade me welcome: yet my soul drew back, Guilty of dust and
sin. But quick-eyed Love, observing me grow slack From my first
entrance in, Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning If I lacked
anything. “A guest,' I answered, “worthy to be here”: Love said,
“You shall be he.” “I, the unkind, ungrateful? Ah, my dear, I
cannot look on thee.” Love took my hand, and smiling did reply,
“Who made the eyes but I?” “Truth, Lord; but I have marred them;
let my shame Go where it doth deserve.” “And know you not,' says
Love, “who bore the blame?” “My dear, then I will serve.” “You must
sit down,' says Love, “and taste my meat.” So I did sit and
eat.
The Pulley
George Herbert,
1593 -
1633
When God at first made man, Having a glass of blessings standing
by, “Let us,' said he, “pour on him all we can. Let the world’s
riches, which disperséd lie, Contract into a span.” So strength
first made a way; Then beauty flowed, then wisdom, honor, pleasure.
When almost all was out, God made a stay, Perceiving that, alone of
all his treasure, Rest in the bottom lay. “For if I should,' said
he, “Bestow this jewel also on my creature, He would adore my gifts
instead of me, And rest in Nature, not the God of Nature; So both
should losers be. “Yet let him keep the rest, But keep them with
repining restlessness. Let him be rich and weary, that at least, If
goodness lead him not, yet weariness May toss him to my
breast.”
