W. B. Yeats - Paudeen 汉译

Indignant at the fumbling wits, the obscure spite

Of our old Paudeen in his shop, I stumbled blind

Among the stones and thorn-trees, under morning light;

Until a curlew cried and in the luminous wind

A curlew answered; and suddenly thereupon I thought

That on the lonely height where all are in God’s eye,

There cannot be, confusion of our sound forgot,

A single soul that lacks a sweet crystalline cry.

白丁

威廉·巴特勒·叶芝

愤激于那愚笨的头脑，那店铺里的

我们的老白了的暖昧怨恨，我盲目地

蹒跚在乱石和荆棘之间，在晨光下；

直到一只麻鹬啼鸣，而在爽朗的风里

一只麻鹅和应；于是突然间我想到，

在这一切都在上帝眼里的寂寞高处，

我们的声音的嘈杂被忘却，绝不会

有一个缺乏水晶般美妙叫声的灵魂。