Eduard Morike - At Midnight 汉译

Night rises tranquil on the land;

Dreaming, she leans on the wall on the hills.

Her eyes behold the golden scales

Where time’s at rest in peaveful vessels.

But bold the springs and the fountains rush forth,

They sing in the ear of Night, the mother,

Of dey,

Of the day that is ended now.

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That timeless, ancient slumber song—

It wearies her, she heeds it not;

The blue of heaven’s to her more sweet

Than the level balance of hours, fleet.

But ever the springs and the fountains repeat

And the waters are singing in sleep, in sleep

Of day,

Of the day that is ended now.