? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? John Clare 約翰·克萊爾

I talk to the birds as they sing for tomorrow,

我向鳥(niǎo)兒傾訴，它們正為明天高歌，

The larks and the sparrows that spring from the corn;

百靈與麻雀在谷堆上嬉戲；

The chaffinch and linnet that sing in the bush,

花雞與紅雀在灌木林中啼鳴，

Till the zephyr-like breezes all bid me to hush;

直到那柔軟的和風(fēng)要求我安靜；

Then silent I go and in fancy I steal,

于是，我靜靜離去，幻想著，

A kiss from the lips of a name I conceal;

去偷吻我不愿道出姓名的姑娘；

But should I meet her I've cherished for years,

但倘若遇見(jiàn)她，我多年珍愛(ài)的姑娘，

I pass by in silence, in fondness and tears.

我會(huì)悄悄走過(guò)，帶著依戀與淚水。

Yes, I pass her in silence and say not a word,

是的，我會(huì)悄悄走過(guò)，一言不發(fā)，

And the noise of my footsteps may scarcely be heard;

連腳步聲也幾不可聞；

I scarcely presume to cast on her my eye,

我不敢偷瞄她一眼，

And then for a week I do nothing but sigh.

而后，我只會(huì)嘆息，持續(xù)一周。

If I look on a wild flower I see her face there,

當(dāng)我欣賞野花，我會(huì)看到她的面龐，

There it is in its beauty, all radiant and fair;

在嬌美的花里，她的臉閃著光芒；

And should she pass by, I've nothing to say,

假如她經(jīng)過(guò)，我會(huì)一言不發(fā)，

We are both of us silent and have our own way.

我們彼此沉默著走各自的路。

I talk to the birds, the wind and the rain,

我向鳥(niǎo)兒、微風(fēng)和細(xì)雨訴說(shuō)，

My love to my dear one I never explain;

我從未向心愛(ài)的人傾訴；

I talk to the flowers which are growing all wild,

我向那漫山遍野的野花吐露衷腸，

As if one was herself and the other her child;

仿佛一朵是她，一朵是她的孩子；

I utter sweet words in my fanciful way,

我幻想著，將那美好的表白吐露，

But if she comes by I've nothing to say;

但若她真的到來(lái)，我會(huì)沉默不語(yǔ)；

To look for a kiss I would if I dare,

如果足夠勇敢，我會(huì)將她親吻，

But I feel myself lost when near to my fair.

而當(dāng)我向她走近，一切都前功盡棄。