He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven

WB Yeats

Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,   

Enwrought with golden and silver light,   

The blue and the dim and the dark cloths   

Of night and light and the half light,   

I would spread the cloths under your feet:

But I, being poor, have only my dreams;   

I have spread my dreams under your feet;   

Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

他祈望天国的绣锦

倘我有天国的绣锦，

穿梭着金丝银线，

那蔚蓝，青，黝的绣锦

映着夜，日，暮光的斑澜，

我当铺这绣锦在你脚下：

而我， 贫微， 唯有织梦； 

织梦在你脚下；

请轻踏， 轻踏入我的织梦。