『憂鬱頌』(濟慈)  

No, no, go not to Lethe, neither twist
Wolf’s-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine;
Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kiss’d
By nightshade, ruby grape of Proserpine;
Make not your rosary of yew-berries,
Nor let the beetle, nor the death-moth be
Your mournful Psyche, nor the downy owl
A partner in your sorrow’s mysteries;
For shade to shade will come too drowsily,
And drown the wakeful anguish of the soul.
不要扭擰也絕不去忘川
別把狼藤毒汁當美酒
別讓夜鶯慰吻你蒼白的額頭
不要喝冥皇后的葡萄毒酒
別用紫皮果實做你的念珠
別用墓邊的甲蟲做你哀傷的心魂
別容許披羽的貓頭鷹
分享你心底深藏的哀愁
每一陰影都會使你如痴如醉
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『怠懶頌』(濟慈)

‘They toil not, neither do they spin.’

One morn before me were three figures seen,
With bowèd necks, and joinèd hands, side-faced;
And one behind the other stepp’d serene,
In placid sandals, and in white robes graced;
They pass’d, like figures on a marble urn,
When shifted round to see the other side;
They came again; as when the urn once more
Is shifted round, the first seen shades return;
And they were strange to me, as may betide
With vases, to one deep in Phidian lore.
一天早晨有三個人在我面前出現
垂頭牽手側臉
互相挨着安閒同步
腳踏凉鞋穿衣雅典
如石甕圖彫走過我面前
彼此轉身給我看另一面
石甕再旋轉一程
影子又一次出現
如古希臘雕刻名家的花瓶
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