I would I were a careless child

By George Gordon Byron

我愿做無憂無慮的小孩

I would I were a careless child,

Still dwelling in my Highland cave,

Or roaming through the dusky wild,

Or bounding o’er the dark blue wave;

我愿做無優(yōu)無慮的小孩，

仍然居住在高原的洞穴，

或是在微曛的曠野里徘徊，

或是在暗藍(lán)的海波上騰躍;

The cumbrous pomp of Saxon pride,

Accords not with the freeborn soul,

Which loves the mountain’s craggy side,

And seeks the rocks where billows roll.

撒克遜浮華的繁文縟禮

不合我生來自由的意志，

我眷念坡道崎嶇的山地，

我向往狂濤撲打的巨石.

cumbrous (AmE) [’k?mbr?s]

cumbersome (BrE) [’k?mb?s(?)m]

adj. 笨重的;累贅的;難處理的

Fortune! Take back these cultured lands,

Take back this name of splendid sound!

I hate the touch of servile hands,

I hate the slaves that cringe around.

命運(yùn)啊!請(qǐng)收回豐熟的田疇，

收回這響亮的尊榮稱號(hào)!

我厭惡被人卑屈地迎候，

厭惡被奴仆躬身環(huán)繞。

servile 英 [’s??va?l] 美 [’s?v?l]

adj. 奴隸的;奴性的;卑屈的;卑屈的

Place me among the rocks I love,

Which sound to Ocean’s wildest roar;

I ask but this - again to rove

Through scenes my youth hath known before.

把我放回我酷愛的山岳，

聽山巖應(yīng)和咆哮的海洋;

我只求讓我重新領(lǐng)略

我從小熟悉的故國(guó)風(fēng)光。

Few are my years, and yet I feel

The world was ne’er designed for me:

Ah! why do dark’ning shades conceal

The hour when man must cease to be?

我雖然年少，也能感覺出

這世界決不是為我而設(shè);

幽冥的暗影為何要冪覆

世人向塵寰告別的時(shí)刻?

Once I beheld a splendid dream,

A visionary scene of bliss:

Truth!- wherefore did thy hated beam

Awake me to a world like this?

我也曾瞥見輝煌的夢(mèng)境----

極樂之鄉(xiāng)的神奇幻覺;

真相啊!為何你可憎的光明

喚醒我面臨這么個(gè)世界?

I loved - but those I loved are gone;

Had friends - my early friends are fled:

How cheerless feels the heart alone,

When all its former hopes are dead!

我愛過---所愛的人們已離去;

有朋友---早年的友誼已終結(jié);

孤苦的心靈怎能不憂郁，

當(dāng)原有的希望都黯然熄滅!