Pierre De Ronsard - When You Are Old 汉译

When you are old, at evening candle-lit,

Beside the fire bending to your wool,

Read out my verse and murmur “Ronsard writ

This praise for me when I was beautiful.”

And not a maid but at the sound of it,

Though nodding at the stitch on broidered stool,

Will start a wake, and bless love’s benefit,

Whose long fidelities bring Time to school.

I shall be thin and ghost beneath the earth,

By myrtle-shade in quiet after pain,

But you, a crone will crouch beside the hearth,

Mourning my love and all your proud disdain.

And what comes to-morrow who can say?

Live, pluck the roses of the world to-day.

当你老了

皮尔·德·龙萨

当你老了，黄昏时点燃蜡烛，

在炉火旁纺着羊毛，

读起我的诗篇，哀哀叹道：

“我年轻时龙萨曾写诗赞美我。”

你那些在绣登外劳碌的女仆昏然欲睡，

听到这声音

无一不被惊醒，惊羡你曾有幸

受到这样的赞美，在赞美中得到永恒。

我将是大地之下纤弱微渺的幽魂，

挣脱了苦痛，静静地在桃金娘的树阴下长眠，

而你，也会是炉边一个佝偻的老妇，

懊悔着你竟骄傲的蔑视我的爱。

谁能说出明天会是何种光景？

生活吧，趁今朝赶紧采下那世俗的玫瑰。

徐翰林 编译