W. B. Yeats - To a Young Beauty 汉译

Dear fellow-artist, why so free  

With every sort of company,  

With every Jack and Jill?  

Choose your companions from the best;  

Who draws a bucket with the rest     

Soon topples down the hill.  

You may, that mirror for a school,  

Be passionate, not bountiful  

As common beauties may,  

Who were not born to keep in trim  

With old Ezekiel’s cherubim  

But those of Beaujolet.  

I know what wages beauty gives,  

How hard a life her servant lives,  

Yet praise the winters gone;   

There is not a fool can call me friend,  

And I may dine at journey’s end  

With Landor and with Donne.