Tears， Idle Tears
[英]阿爾弗萊德·丁尼生
Alfred Tennyson
淚水，無端地流，我不知道為了什麽，
從某種神聖而絕望的深淵，
淚水湧上心頭，匯聚眼中
注視著那秋天幸福的原野，
思索著那一去不返的時光。
像灑在船帆上的第一縷陽光那般清新明亮，
從幽冥中帶回我們的親朋，
像鋪在船帆上最後一抹殘陽那般憂鬱悲傷，
帶著我們所有的愛沉入天際
如此悲傷，如此清新，那一去不返的時光。
啊，夏日裏幽暗的黎明，那麽哀傷，那麽陌生，
睡眼朦朧的鳥兒，將最早的歌聲
送入垂死的耳畔，窗格漸漸明亮，
將光芒送入垂死的眼睛。
那麽哀傷，那麽陌生，那一去不返的時光。
像死後記憶中的親吻那般親切，
像別人唇上的無望的幻想那般甜蜜，
像愛一般深沉，
像初戀一般深沉，悔恨而癲狂；
我生命中的死亡啊，那一去不返的時光。
Tears， idle tears， I know not what they mean，
Tears from the depth of some divine despair
Rise in the heart， and gather to the eyes，
In looking on the happy Autumn-fields，
And thinking of the days that are no more.
Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail，
That brings our friends from the underworld，
Sad as the last which reddens over one
That sinks with all we love below the verge；
So sad， so fresh， the days that are no more.
Ah， sad and strange as in dark summer dawns
The earliest pipe of the half-awaken'd birds
To dying ears， when unto dying eyes
The casement slowly grows a glimmering square；
So sad， so strange， the days that are no more.
Dear as remember'd kisses after death，
And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd
On lips that are for others；deep as love，