| 新浪日志279（天涯日志792） 111 Tears, Idle Tears泪水，无用的泪 -Alfred Lord Tennyson丁尼生 译/李景琪·猎人hunter560 （2009年2月17 |
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日 星期二）
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depth of some divine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy Autumn-fields,
And thinking of the days that are no more.
泪，无用的泪，我不知它们何意，
深埋在某些神圣的绝望里，
从心中涌起，在眼睛汇集，
望着欢乐的秋之田野，
回忆一去不返的往昔。
Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail,
That brings our friends up from the underworld,
Sad as the last which reddens over one
That sinks with all we love below the verge;
So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
新如第一缕阳光照船帆，
把大地上的朋友召唤，
悲若最后的红霞映船帆，
与我们所爱之人一起沉天边；
如此悲，如此新，往日一去不返。
Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns
The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds
To dying ears, when unto dying eyes
The casement slowly grows a glimmering square;
So sad, so strange, the days that are no more.
啊，悲伤奇异如阴郁的夏日黎明，
半醒的鸟儿最早的尖叫声
传入梦中人的耳畔，
窗棂上渐亮的微光映照梦中人的眼帘；
如此悲，如此奇，往日一去不返。
Dear as remembered kisses after death,
And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned
On lips that are for others; deep as love,
Deep as first love, and wild with all regret;
O Death in Life, the days that are no more!
亲如死后被记住的吻，
甜若那些给别人唇上留下的
绝望、幻想的假吻；深如爱恋，
深如初恋，热烈充满遗憾；
哦，生中死，往日一去不返。
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depth of some divine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy Autumn-fields,
And thinking of the days that are no more.
泪，无用的泪，我不知它们何意，
深埋在某些神圣的绝望里，
从心中涌起，在眼睛汇集，
望着欢乐的秋之田野，
回忆一去不返的往昔。
Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail,
That brings our friends up from the underworld,
Sad as the last which reddens over one
That sinks with all we love below the verge;
So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
新如第一缕阳光照船帆，
把大地上的朋友召唤，
悲若最后的红霞映船帆，
与我们所爱之人一起沉天边；
如此悲，如此新，往日一去不返。
Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns
The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds
To dying ears, when unto dying eyes
The casement slowly grows a glimmering square;
So sad, so strange, the days that are no more.
啊，悲伤奇异如阴郁的夏日黎明，
半醒的鸟儿最早的尖叫声
传入梦中人的耳畔，
窗棂上渐亮的微光映照梦中人的眼帘；
如此悲，如此奇，往日一去不返。
Dear as remembered kisses after death,
And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned
On lips that are for others; deep as love,
Deep as first love, and wild with all regret;
O Death in Life, the days that are no more!
亲如死后被记住的吻，
甜若那些给别人唇上留下的
绝望、幻想的假吻；深如爱恋，
深如初恋，热烈充满遗憾；
哦，生中死，往日一去不返。