George Byron - The Wild Gazelle 汉译

The wild gazelle on Judah’s hills

  Exulting yet may bound,

And drink from all the living rills

  That gush on holy ground;

Its airy step and glorious eye

May glance in tameless transport by:--

A step as fleet, an eye more bright,

  Hath Judah witness’d there;

And o’er her scenes of lost delight

  Inhabitants more fair.

The cedars wave on Lebanon,

But Judah’s statelier maids are gone!

Most blest each palm that shades those plains

  Than Israel’s scatter’d race;

For, taking root, it there remains

  In solitary grace:

It cannot quit its place of birth,

It will not live in other earth.

But we must wander witheringly,

  In other lands to die;

And where our father’s ashes be,

  Our own may never lie:

Our temple hath not left a stone,

And Mockery sits on Salem’s throne.