A Vagabond Song

 

A Vagabond Song ------ Bliss Carman


There is something in the autumn that is native to my blood —
 
Touch of manner, hint of mood;

And my heart is like a rhyme,

With the yellow and the purple and the crimson keeping time.

The scarlet of the maples can shake me like a cry

Of bugles going by.

And my lonely spirit thrills

To see the frosty asters like a smoke upon the hills.

There is something in October sets the gypsy blood astir;

We must rise and follow her,

When from every hill of flame

She calls and calls each vagabond by name.



漂泊者之歌

——常德浩译

秋季  有着我骨子里与生俱来的

那种感触，那种情愫；

心的旋律

由黄、紫和深红调度。

枫叶的深红色  呼啸般撼动我

如号角掠过；

孤寂的灵魂颤抖了

看那披霜的紫荆花  如烟笼盖山坡。

十月  有着让吉普赛人的血液骚动的 

魅力

让我们起而随伴，

然后从每一座激情的山坡

漂泊者的名字  被一一召唤。