梦

梦

      布莱克

Dream

       Blake

 

旧梦确实编阴影

天使护床上曾经，

似在我躺草草地

一只蚂蚁把路迷。

 

Once a dream did weave a shade

O'er my angel-guarded bed,

That an emmet lost its way

Where on grass methought I lay.

 

烦恼、狂野和孤独，

黑暗昏沉风霜苦，

许多缠结树枝上，

听她心碎对我讲：

 

Troubled, wildered, and forlorn,

Dark, benighted, travel-worn,

Over many a tangle spray,

All heart-broke, I heard her say:

 

“孩子他们可哭泣，

听到其父作叹息？

他们放眼国外看，

回来为我长潸然。”

 

"Oh my children! do they cry,

Do they hear their father sigh?

Now they look abroad to see,

Now return and weep for me."

 

不禁掉泪生怜悯：

萤火虫儿在附近，

它说：“为何发哀号

守夜之人相唤召？

 

Pitying, I dropped a tear:

But I saw a glow-worm near,

Who replied, "What wailing wight

Calls the watchman of the night?

 

“甲虫绕它转得忙

我把大地照通亮：

跟随甲虫嗡嗡声；

流浪小儿转回程！”

 

"I am set to light the ground,

While the beetle goes his round:

Follow now the beetle's hum;

Little wanderer, hie thee home!"