William Wordsworth - The Poet and the Caged Turtledove 汉译

As often as I murmur here

My half-formed melodies,

Straight from her osier mansion near,

The Turtledove replies:

Though silent as a leaf before,

The captive promptly coos;

Is it to teach her own soft lore,

Or second my weak Muse?

I rather think, the gentle Dove

Is murmuring a reproof,

Displeased that I from lays of love

Have dared to keep aloof;

That I, a Bard of hill and dale,

Have carolled, fancy free,

As if nor dove nor nightingale,

Had heart or voice for me.

If such thy meaning, O forbear,

Sweet Bird! to do me wrong;

Love, blessed Love, is everywhere

The spirit of my song:

‘Mid grove, and by the calm fireside,

Love animates my lyre—

That coo again!—’tis not to chide,

I feel, but to inspire.

诗人和笼中斑鸠

在这儿，每当我出声吟咏

还没有写完的诗章，

旁边的斑鸠，在柳条笼子中，

便应声咕咕低唱；

它本来像树叶一样静默，

此刻却咕咕不停；

是教唱柔和歌曲？是给我

贫乏的诗才助兴？

我却猜想：这温顺鸣禽

咕哝着把我责备，

嗔怪我只会别的调门，

爱的歌曲却不会；

它嗔怪我这山野歌手

歌唱时心中没有爱，

斑鸠、夜莺的情意与歌喉

都被我置之度外。

鸟儿呵！你若是这个意思，

可不该把我诬枉；

爱，崇高的爱，这主旨

贯穿我全部篇章；

在宁静炉边，在园林幽处，

爱拨动我的琴弦——

又咕咕叫了！——这回我听出

那不是责备，是嘉勉。