W. B. Yeats - Under the Round Tower 汉译

‘Although I’d lie lapped up in linen  

A deal I’d sweat and little earn  

If I should live as live the neighbours,’  

Cried the beggar, Billy Byrne;  

‘Stretch bones till the daylight come     

On great-grandfather’s battered tomb.’  

Upon a grey old battered tombstone  

In Glendalough beside the stream,  

Where the O’Byrnes and Byrnes are buried,  

He stretched his bones and fell in a dream  

Of sun and moon that a good hour  

Bellowed and pranced in the round tower;  

Of golden king and silver lady,  

Bellowing up and bellowing round,  

Till toes mastered a sweet measure,  

Mouth mastered a sweet sound,  

Prancing round and prancing up  

Until they pranced upon the top.  

That golden king and that wild lady  

Sang till stars began to fade, 

Hands gripped in hands, toes close together,  

Hair spread on the wind they made;  

That lady and that golden king  

Could like a brace of blackbirds sing.  

‘It’s certain that my luck is broken,’  

That rambling jailbird Billy said;  

‘Before nightfall I’ll pick a pocket  

And snug it in a feather-bed,  

I cannot find the peace of home  

On great-grandfather’s battered tomb.’