Aleksander Pushkin - Winter Evening 汉译

Storm-clouds dim the sky; the tempest

Weaves the snow in patterns wild;

Like a beast the gale is howling,

And now wailing like a child;

On the worn old roof it rustles

The piled thatch, and then again

Like a traveler belated

Knocks upon the window-pane.

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Sad and dark our shabby cottage,

Indoors not a sound is heard;

Nanny, sitting at the window,

Can’t you give me just a word?

What is wrong, dear? Are you wearied

By the wind, so loud and rough?

Or the buzzing of your distaff —

Has that set you dozing off?

 

Let us drink, dear old companion,

You who shared my sorry start;

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Sing the balled of the titmouse

Who beyond the seas was gone,

Or the song about the maiden

Fetching water just at dawn,

 

Storm-clouds dim the sky; the tempest

Weaves the snow in patterns wild;

Like a beast the gale is howling,

And now wailing like a child.

Let us drink, dear old companion,

You who shared my sorry start;

Get the mug and drown our troubles;

That’s the way to cheer the heart.