W. B. Yeats - The Lover Speaks to the Hearers of His Songs in Coming Days

O WOMEN, kneeling by your altar-rails long hence,

When songs I wove for my beloved hide the prayer,

And smoke from this dead heart drifts through the violet air

And covers away the smoke of myrrh and frankincense;

Bend down and pray for all that sin I wove in song,

Till the Attorney for Lost Souls cry her sweet cry,

And.call to my beloved and me: “No longer fly

Amid the hovering, piteous, penitential throng.”

恋人对他的歌的未来听众说

威廉·巴特勒·叶芝

呵，从此长跪于你们的祭坛围栏前的女人们，

在我为我的爱人编织的歌掩盖了祈祷的音义，

从这已死的心散发出的烟飘流过紫色的空气

把焚烧的没药和乳香的馥郁烟气遮蔽的时分，

请俯下身来为我编织在歌里的所有罪孽祈祷，

直到那迷失灵魂的代言者发出她甜蜜的喊声，

远远地把我和我的爱人召唤：“不要再飞行

在那盘旋的、可怜的、苦行赎罪的众生之中。