My Life Is Like the Summer Rose
Richard Henry Wilde
标题：我的生命仿佛夏日的玫瑰
My life is like the summer rose
That opens to the morning sky,
But ere the shades of evening close,
Is scattered on the ground – to die!
Yet on the rose’s humble bed
The sweetest dews of night are shed,
As if she wept the waste to see,–
But none shall weep a tear for me!
我的生命仿佛夏日的玫瑰
在晨光熹微时初绽蓓蕾
然而夜幕逼近前
便已散落在地只余残香
玫瑰破碎的花芯上
一滴夜晚芳香的露珠坠落
仿佛她因所见之荒凉而悲泣
但无一人为我落泪
My life is like the autumn leaf
That trembles in the moon’s pale ray;
Its hold is frail, – its date is brief,
Restless, – and soon to pass away!
Yet, ere that leaf shall fall and fade,
The parent tree will mourn its shade,
The winds bewail the leafless tree, –
But none shall breathe a sigh for me!
我的生命仿佛秋天的叶子
在惨白的冷月里颤抖
它是脆弱的，它是短暂的
心神难宁——转瞬即逝
然而叶子凋零掉落前
大树会忧伤它的树荫
秋风亦会呜咽哀叹失去叶子的树
但无一人为我叹息
My life is like the prints which feet
Have left on Tampa’s desert strand;
Soon as the rising tide shall beat,
All trace will vanish from the sand;
Yet, as if grieving to efface
All vestige of the human race,
On that lone shore loud moans the sea, –
But none, alas! shall mourn for me!
我的生命仿佛行人的足迹
遗留在坦帕人迹罕至的海岸
一旦浪潮涌起
沙滩上所有痕迹将不复存在
然而，即使所有的悲伤
抹去人类所有的遗迹
在那孤独的海岸
仍有大海发出咆哮
但无一人为我哀伤！
英文来自英文巴士，译文为本人原创
