Johann Wolfgang Goethe - To the Moon 汉译

Once more you flood copse and valley

With your misty light,

And at long last, set me free,

Warder of the night,

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Turning on my meadow land

Gently you mild eye,

As a friend would look upon

My sad destiny.

 

My heart feels eah echoing note

Of days of joy or stress,

I walk between that joy, that pain,

In my loneliness,

 

I shall nevermore be glad…

Flow on, beloved river!

So swirled past me layghing, kissing—

 

And constancy, forever.

 

Fore mine was that treasure once,

So rich, so costly gotten

That never, though the memory galls,

Can it be forgotten,

 

River, hasten through the valley,

Restless, endlessly

Hasten! whisper to my singing

Your sweet melody,

 

When in winter nights of wrath

Your waters overflow

Or in Primavera’s glory

Sweet buds bloom and blow.

 

Blest is he who without rancor

Shuts the world’s great gate,

Who one friend holds fast, alone,

With whom to contemplate

 

That which, to mosr men unknown

Or neglected, light

Through the labyrinthian heart

Walks in the still night.