William Butler Yeats - The Travail of Passion 汉译

WHEN the flaming lute-thronged angelic door is wide;

When an immortal passion breathes in mortal clay;

Our hearts endure the scourge, the plaited thorns, the way

Crowded with bitter faces, the wounds in palm and side,

The vinegar-heavy sponge, the flowers by Kedron stream;

We will bend down and loosen our hair over you,

That it may drop faint perfume, and be heavy with dew,

Lilies of death-pale hope, roses of passionate dream.

受难的辛苦

威廉·巴特勒·叶芝

当那光焰四射琴瑟齐鸣的天使之门开敞；

一股不朽的激情呼吸在必朽的泥土里面；

我们的心忍受着鞭苔、荆棘冠冕、挤满

愁苦面孔的道路、手掌和腰肋处的创伤、

浸满醋液的海绵、基仲溪畔的野花之时，

我们将躬身俯首，披散开长发把你遮护，

让发丝滴沥淡淡幽香，沉甸甸沾满甘露，

死白的希望之百合，激情的梦想之玫瑰。