Walt Whitman - Not Heat Flames up and Consumes 汉译

Not heat flames up and consumes,

Not sea-waves hurry in and out,

Not the air, delicious and dry, the air of the ripe summer, bears lightly along white down-balls of myriads of seeds,

Wafted, sailing gracefully, to drop where they may;

Not these—O none of these, more than the flames of me, consuming, burning for his love whom I love!

O none, more than I, hurrying in and out:

—Does the tide hurry, seeking something, and never give up? O I the same;

O nor down-balls, nor perfumes, nor the high, rain-emitting clouds, are borne through the open air,

Any more than my Soul is borne through the open air,      

Wafted in all directions, O love, for friendship, for you.

不是高温点燃起火焰并烧毁一切

不是高温点燃起火焰并烧毁一切，

不是海浪在匆忙地近处，

不是干燥而香甜的空气，夏深时的空气，轻轻带着无数种子的白色茸球，

被吹送着，轻柔地飘舞着，随处落下来；

不只是这些，啊，无独有偶的是我也一样燃起火焰烧毁着一切，为要得到我所爱的那人的友爱和燃烧着，

啊，我也一样在匆忙地进出；

潮水不是在匆忙地寻找着什么，而且从不服输吗？啊，我也是一样，

啊，若是说茸球或芳香，高空那洒着雨点的云朵在空中遨游的话，

那么我的灵魂也一样在空中遨游，