George Byron - To Belshazzar 汉译

Nor in thy sensual fullness fall;

Behold! white yet before thee burn

  The graven words, the glowing wall.

Many a despot men miscall

  Crown’d and anointed from on high;

But thou, the weakest, worst of all—

  Is it not written, thou must die?

Go! dash the roses from thy brow—

  Grey hairs but poorly wreathe with them;

Youth’s garlands misbecome thee now,

  More than thy very diadem,

Where thou hast thy tarnish’d every gem:—

  Then throw the worthless bauble by,

Which, worn by thee, ev’n slaves contemn;

  And learn like better men to die!

Oh! early in the balance weigh’d,

  And ever light of word and worth,

Whose soul expired ere youth decay’d,

  And left thee but a mass of earth.

To see thee moves the scorner’s mirth:

But tears tears in Hope’s averted eye

Lament that even thou hadst birth—

  Unfit to govern, live, or die.

致伯沙撒

乔治·拜伦

伯沙撒！快离开你的筵席，

  再不要昏昏然沉迷酒色；

看吧！那粉墙，那划出的字迹，

  还在你眼前煌煌闪烁。

世人常误认：是上苍允诺

  那些暴虐者膏沐称王；

而你，帝王中最糟的一个——

  那儿不写着：你必得死亡？

去吧！掼掉你鬓边的玫瑰——

  白发戴红花未免肉麻；

青春的花环怎与你相配？

  比你戴王冠更不像话；

冠上的珠宝全叫你糟蹋，

  还要它何用？快扔到一旁！

王冠给你戴，奴才也笑骂；

  学点丈夫气，像样地死亡！

你老早就在天平上称过，

  言语和品德都毫无价值；

留给你的是泥土一撮，

  灵魂比青春更早就飞逝。

世人见了你，有谁不嘲嗤；

  “希望”却垂泪，悲叹这世上

竟有这号人：不配统治，

  不配生存，也不配死亡。