From Spring Days to Winter ——王尔德 从春日到冬天的小译

In the glad springtime when leaves were green,

木叶新郁，是春天在雀跃

O merrily the throstle sings!

哦，那画眉在尽情歌唱

I sought, amid the tangled sheen,

我寻寻觅觅，于纷繁缭绕的日影

Love whom mine eyes had never seen,

那未曾映入我眼帘的爱意

O the glad dove has golden wings!

哦，欢快的鸽儿有一对金色翅膀

Between the blossoms red and white,

在盛开的红白花池中

O merrily the throstle sings!

哦，是画眉在放声歌唱

My love first came into my sight,

吾爱初见

O perfect vision of delight,

哦，这无暇好景欢畅

O the glad dove has golden wings!

哦，这鸽儿双翼金光闪亮

The yellow apples glowed like fire,

橙黄的苹果鲜艳似火

O merrily the throstle sings!

栖息其中，是画眉在歌唱

O Love too great for lip or lyre,

哦，那朱唇与竖琴难抒尽这爱意

Blown rose of love and of desire,

爱与欲的玫瑰已然盛开

O the glad dove has golden wings!

哦，那欢快的鸽儿背负金色翅膀

But now with snow the tree is grey,

可如今三季朽木已然就雪灰发

Ah, sadly now the throstle sings!

啊，悲伤的画眉在歌唱

My love is dead: ah! well-a-day,

吾所挚爱消逝于人间：啊！天道无常！

See at her silent feet I lay

我躺在，注视着，她静静的双脚旁

A dove with broken wings!

是一只断翼的鸽子！

Ah, Love! ah, Love! that thou wert slain –

啊，吾爱！吾爱！你怎惨遭毒手！

Fond Dove, fond Dove return again!

可爱的鸽儿，温柔的鸽儿，快快回来吧！

Magdalen College, Oxford