William Butler Yeats - He Gives His Beloved Certain Rhymes 汉译

FASTEN your hair with a golden pin,

And bind up every wandering tress; <?xml:namespace prefix = o />

I bade my heart build these poor rhymes:

It worked at them, day out, day in,

Building a sorrowful loveliness

Out of the battles of old times.

You need but lift a pearl-pale hand,

And bind up your long hair and sigh;

And all men’s hearts must burn and beat;

And candle-like foam on the dim sand,

And stars climbing the dew-dropping sky,

Live but to light your passing feet.

他赠给爱人一些诗句

威廉·巴特勒·叶芝

用金卡别紧你的头发，

束起每一绺松散发卷；

我命我心把拙诗制作：

日复一日，夜复一夜，

它从古代的战争里面

造就出一曲美丽哀歌。

你只需举起一只玉手，

拢起长发，叹息一声；

人人的心必燃烧狂跳；

朦胧沙滩上白浪似烛，

滴露天空中群星高升，

只为照亮你过路双脚。