William Butler Yeats - He Tells of the Perfect Beauty 汉译

O cloud-pale eyelids, dream-dimmed eyes,

The poets labouring all their days

To build a perfect beauty in rhyme

Are overthrown by a woman's gaze

And by the unlabouring brood of the skies:

And therefore my heart will bow, when dew

Is dropping sleep, until God burn time,

Before the unlabouring stars and you.

他谈论绝色美人

威廉·巴特勒·叶芝

呵，云样洁白的眼皮，梦样朦胧的眼眸，

终日辛苦劳作，想要用诗韵塑造

一个绝色美人儿的诗人们

被一个女人凝视的目光击倒，

被天国那悠闲的群雏征服：

因此，在露水滴沥着睡意的时辰，

我的心将磬折，在那悠闲的群星

和你面前，直到上帝把时间耗尽。