He Gives His Beloved Certain Rhymes
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他赠给恋人一些诗句
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Fasten your hair with a golden pin, |
用金发卡束紧你的头发, |
And bind up every wandering tress; |
束紧每一缕松散的发卷; |
I bade my heart build these poor rhymes: |
我命我心写这些稚嫩的诗行, |
It worked at them, day out, day in, |
昼夜不息, |
Building a sorrowful loveliness |
从悠远的战歌里面 |
Out of the battles of old times. |
谱一曲忧郁的爱情。 |
You need but lift a pearl-pale hand, |
而你,只需抬起手来, |
And bind up your long hair and sigh; |
拢起长发,一声轻叹, |
And all men's hearts must burn and beat; |
便可让所有人疯狂、痴迷; |
And candle-like foam on the dim sand, |
沙滩上烛火般的浪花,以及 |
And stars climbing the dew-dropping sky, |
星辰如恒河沙数,都只为了 |
Live but to light your passing feet. |
照亮你经过的脚步。 |