爱华网I remember a wonderful moment
As before my eyes you appeared,
Like a vision, fleeting, momentary,
Like a spirit of the purest beauty.
In the torture of hopeless melancholy,
In the bustle of the world's noisy hours,
That voice rang out so tenderly,
I dreamed of that lovely face of yours.
The years flew quickly. The storm's blast
Scattered the dreams of former times,
And I forgot your tender voice,
And the features of your heavenly face.
In remoteness, in gloomy isolation,
My days dragged quietly, nothing was new,
No godlike face, no inspiration,
No tears, no life, no love, no you.
Then to my soul an awakening came,
And there again your face appeared,
Like a vision, fleeting, momentary,
Like a spirit of the purest beauty.
And my heart beat with a rapture new,
And for its sake arose again
A godlike face, an inspiration,
And life, and tears, and love, and you
我记得那美妙的瞬间：
你就在我的眼前降临，
如同昙花一现的梦幻，
如同纯真之美的化身。
我为绝望的悲痛所折磨，
我因纷乱的忙碌而不安，
一个温柔的声音总响在耳边，
妩媚的身影总在我梦中盘旋。
岁月流逝。一阵阵迷离的冲动
象风暴把往日的幻想吹散，
我忘却了你那温柔的声音，
也忘却了你天仙般的容颜。
在荒凉的乡间，在囚禁的黑暗中，
我的时光在静静地延伸，
没有崇敬的神明，没有灵感，
没有泪水，没有生命，没有爱情。
我的心终于重又觉醒，
你又在我眼前降临，
如同昙花一现的梦幻，
如同纯真之美的化身。
心儿在狂喜中萌动，
一切又为它萌生：
有崇敬的神明，有灵感，
有泪水，有生命、也有爱情。
爱人如此唯美Fair is my love, when her hair golden hairs
With the loose wind ye waving chance to mark;
Fair when the rose in red cheeks appears,
Or in her eyes the fire of love does spark.
Fair when her breast like a rich laden bark,
With precious merchandise she forth doth lay,
Fair when that cloud of pride, which oft doth dark
Her goodly light with smiles she dries away.
But fairest she, when so she doth display
The gate with pearls and rubies richly dight
Through which her words so wise do make their way
To bear the message of her gentle sprite
The rest be works of nature’s wonderment
But this the work of heart’s astonishment
我的爱人如此唯美，蓦然回首
她散开的金发在风中飞舞;
我的爱人如此唯美，当她红润的脸颊玫瑰红萦绕，
或是当她双目中闪过爱的火花;
我的爱人如此唯美，当她挺起胸乳
像载满奇珍异宝的航船;
我的爱人如此唯美，当她用微笑驱散开
那遮掩她柔媚光辉的傲世云团。
而她最绚美的时候是当她轻轻叩响
装饰满红宝石与白珍珠的大门
吐出无尽的华丽之辞，
渗透着优雅温柔、透着一丝调皮的情意
剩下的尽是大自然的鬼斧神工，
而这却是心中电击般的震撼。
我一无所求I asked nothing， only stood at the edge of the wood behind the tree.
Languor was still upon the eyes of the dawn， and the dew in the air.
The lazy smell of the damp grass hung in the thin mist above the earth.
Under the banyan tree you were milking the cow with your hands， tender and fresh as butter.
And I was standing still.
I did not come near you.
The sky woke with the sound of the gong at the temple.
The dust was raised in the road from the hoofs of the driven cattle.
With the gurgling pitchers at their hips， women came from the river.
Your bracelets were jingling， and foam brimming over the jar.
The morning wore on and I did not come near you.
我一无所求，只站在林边树后。
倦意还逗留在黎明的眼上，露润在空气里。
湿草的懒味悬垂在地面的薄雾中。
在榕树下你用乳油般柔嫩的手挤着牛奶。
我沉静地站立着。
我没有走近你。
天空和庙里的锣声一同醒起。
街尘在驱走的牛蹄下飞扬。
把汩汩发响的水瓶搂在腰上，女人们从河边走来。
你的钏镯丁当，乳沫溢出罐沿。
晨光渐逝而我没有步近你。
当时光已逝When Day Is Done
If the day is done ,
If birds sing no more .
If the wind has fiagged tired ,
Then draw the veil of darkness thick upon me ,
Even as thou hast wrapt the earth with The coverlet of sleep and tenderly closed ,
The petals of the drooping lotus at dusk.
From the traverer,
Whose sack of provisions is empty before the voyage is ended ,
Whose garment is torn and dust-laden ,
Whose strength is exhausted,remove shame and poverty ,
And renew his life like a flower under
The cover of thy kindly night .
当时光已逝
假如时光已逝，
鸟儿不再歌唱，
风儿也吹倦了，
那就用黑暗的厚幕把我盖上，
如同黄昏时节你用睡眠的衾被裹住大地，
又轻轻合上睡莲的花瓣。
路途未完，行囊已空,
衣裳破裂污损，人已精疲力竭。
你驱散了旅客的羞愧和困窘，
使他在你仁慈的夜幕下，
如花朵般焕发生机。
在你慈爱的夜幕下苏醒。
