William Blake - Song 汉译

When early morn walks forth in sober grey,

Then to my black-eyed maid I haste away;

When evening sits beneath her dusky bower,

And gently sighs away the silent hour,

The village bell alarms—away I go,

And the vale darkens at my pensive woe.

To that sweet village, where my black-eyed maid

Doth drop a tear beneath the silent shade,

I turn my eyes; and, pensive as I go,

Curse my black stars and bless my pleasing woe.

Oft when the summer sleeps among the trees,

Whispering faint murmurs to the scanty breeze,

I walk the village round; if at her side,

A youth doth walk in stolen joy and pride,

I curse my stars in bitter grief and woe

That made my love so high, and me so low.

O should she e’er prove false, his limbs I’d tear,

And throw all pity on the burning air;

I’d curse bright fortune for my mixed lot,

And then I’d die in peace and be forgot.

歌

威廉·布莱克

披着灰衣的晨曦刚走在路上，

我就去看我黑眸子的姑娘。

当黄昏坐在幽暗的亭荫里，

对着沉默的时刻轻轻叹息，

村里的钟也响了，我就出门，

山谷由于我的忧愁而变阴森。

我的眼睛望着那个好村庄：

在那恬静的树荫下，我的姑娘

洒过一滴泪；当我郁郁而行，

我诅咒厄运，又喜于我的伤心。

往常，当夏日在树荫里安眠，

而树叶对着微风低语喃喃，

我就绕村徘徊；要是在她身边

有个少年偷到骄矜和喜欢，

我会悲痛地诅咒我的星宿：

这使得我的爱和我天地悬殊。

噢，要是她负心，我就要把他

碎尸万段，把温情踩在脚下！

我要为我的坎坷诅咒人的福气，

然后静静死去，然后被人忘记。