威廉·华兹华斯《孤独的收割者》

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The Solitary Reaper

William Wordsworth

Behold her, single in the field,
Yon solitary Highland Lass!
Reaping and singing by herself;
Stop here, or gently pass!
Alone she cuts and binds the grain,
And sings a melancholy strain;
O listen! For the vale profound
Is overflowing with the sound.
No nightingale did ever chaunt
More welcome notes to weary bands
Of travelers in some shady haunt,
Among Arabian sands:

A voice so thrilling ne’er was heard
In spring-time from the cuckoo-bird,
Breaking the silence of the seas
Among the farthest Hebrides.
Will no one tell me what she sings?
Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow
For old, unhappy, far-off things,
And battles long ago:
Or is it some more humble lay,
Familiar matter of to-day?
Some natural sorrow, loss or pain,
That has been, and may be again?
Whate’er the theme, the maiden sang
As if her song could have no ending;
I saw her singing at her work,
And o’er the sickle bending;
I listen’d, motionless and still;
And, as I mounted up the hill,
The music in my heart I bore,
Long after it was heard no more.


孤独的收割者

威廉·华兹华斯

见她独自在田里，
原为高地之少女！
独自一人收且歌；
伫足抑或轻身过！
单独割谷捆成把，
歌声伴着忧伤散；
倾听那边深谷中，
盈盈飘来歌曲声。

夜莺不曾唱此曲，
迎接队队倦商旅。
旅人停息阴凉处，
正在中午沙漠地：
音之美妙未曾闻，
恰如春之杜鹃呤。
打破海洋之沉寂，
直通赫伯里底斯。

何人能述他所唱？
隐隐其间有忧伤，
缘起远昔不平事，
还是陈年之战纪：
或为点点更凡事，
抑或今日事熟知？
即景生之愁伤痛，
已然有之或重奏？

少女所唱之主题，
抑抑扬扬无终极；
她在劳作且歌唱，
犹见持镰弯腰样；
我已静心聆听过；
时值我把山爬越，
音律在我心中存，
此后长时不曾闻。