生死之詩

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羅馬——生死之詩
If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear;
If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee;
A wave to pant beneath thy power and share
The impulse of thy strength, only less free
Than thou, O uncontrollable! If even
I were as in my boyhood, and could be
The comrade of thy wanderings over Heaven,
As then, when to outstrip thy skiey speed
scarce seem'd a vision; I would ne'er have striven
As thus with thee in prayer in my sore need.
Oh, lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud!
I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!
A heavy weight of hours has chain'd and bow'd
One too like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud.
假如我是一片任你吹卷的枯葉,
假若我是一朵隨你飄飛的雲彩,
或是在你威力之下喘息的水波,
分享你強健的搏動, 悠閒自在,
不羈的風啊, 哪怕不及你自由,
或者, 假若我能像童年的時代,
陪伴著你在那天國里任意遨遊,
即使比你飛得更快也並非幻想──
那么我絕不向你這般苦苦哀求:
啊, 捲起我吧! 如同翻卷波浪、
或像橫掃落葉、或像驅趕浮雲!
我躍進人生的荊棘, 鮮血直淌!
歲月的重負縛住了我這顆靈魂,
它太像你了:敏捷、高傲、不馴。