我曾梦摘星辰， 醒来一颗颗从我指间坠落； 觉悟后的虚空呵！ 叫我如何不惆怅？
我曾梦撷飞花， 醒来一瓣瓣从我指间飘散； 觉悟后的虚空呵！ 叫我如何不凄凉？
我曾梦调琴弦， 醒来一丝丝从我指间折断； 觉悟后的虚空呵！ 叫我如何不感伤？
我曾梦游天国， 醒来一片一片河山破碎； 觉悟后的虚空呵！ 叫我如何不怨望？
1929年4月22日 （原载1929年5月《燕大月刊》第4卷3、4期合刊）
I Have? Bing
Xin
I
have dreamed of picking stars, When
awake the stars fall between my fingers one after another. The
feeling of emptiness Throws
me into desolation.
I
have dreamed of picking flying flowers, When
awake the petals drift down between my fingers one after another. The
feeling of emptiness Lands
me in melancholy.
I
have dreamed of plucking the harp chords, When
awake the chords break off thread after thread from my fingers. The
feeling of emptiness Brings
me sentimental fits.
I
have dreamed of touring the heaven, When
awake the land is broken to pieces. The
feeling of emptiness Arouses
pain and indignation.
April
22, 1929 (Originally
carried in Issue 3-4 Vol. IV of “Monthly Magazine of Yanching
University”, May 1929)
（陈玉麟 译） |
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