William Butler Yeats - The Arrow 汉译

I thought of your beauty, and this arrow,

Made out of a wild thought, is in my marrow.

There’s no man may look upon her, no man;

As when newly grown to be a woman,

Tall and noble but with face and bosom

Delicate in colour as apple blossom.

This beauty's kinder, yet for a reason

I could weep that the old is out of season.

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威廉·巴特勒·叶芝

过去我一想起你的美丽，这枚箭镞——

一个狂乱的念头铸就一一就钉入我髓骨。

如今再没有一个男人会殷勤注目，没有，

不象她青春少女初长成的时候，

颀长而高贵，面庞和胸房却象

盛开的苹果花儿一样鲜艳芬芳。

这一位美人更柔媚，然而为了一个缘故，

我不禁想要痛哭，那旧日的美人已迟暮。