My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains

我的心痛，困顿和麻木毒害了感官，犹如饮过毒鸩，又似刚把鸦片吞服，

One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness,

一分钟的时间，字句在忘川中沉没并不是在嫉妒你的幸运， -- 是为着你的幸运而大感快乐，

That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless,

你，林间轻翅的精灵，在山毛榉绿影下的情结中，你躲进山毛榉的葱绿和荫影，

Singest of summer in full-throated ease. O, for a draught of vintage! that hath been Cool'd a long age in the deep-delved earth,

放开了歌喉，歌唱夏季。哎，一口酒！那冷藏在地下多年的甘醇，

Tasting of Flora and the country green, Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth! O for a beaker full of the warm South,

味如花神、绿土、舞蹈、恋歌和灼热的欢乐！哎，满满一杯南方的温暖，

Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth

充满了鲜红的灵感之泉，杯沿闪动着珍珠的泡沫，和唇边退去的紫色；

That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget

我要一饮以不见尘世，与你循入森林幽暗的深处远远的离开，消失，彻底忘记

What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan;

林中的你从不知道的，疲惫、热病和急躁这里，人们坐下并听着彼此的呻吟；

Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last gray hairs, Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies; Where but to think is to be full of sorrow

瘫痪摇动了一会儿，悲伤了，最后的几丝白发，青春苍白，古怪的消瘦下去，后来死亡；充满了痛苦

And leaden-eyed despairs, Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes, Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow.

铅色的眼睛绝望着；美人守不住明眸，新的恋情过不完明天。

Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy,

去吧！去吧！我要飞向你，不用酒神的车辗和他的随从，乘着诗歌无形的翅膀，

Though the dull brain perplexes and retards Already with thee! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne,

尽管这混沌的头脑早已跟随你，夜色温柔，而月后正登上她的宝座，

Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown

周围是她所有的星星仙子，但这处那处都没有光，一些天光被微风吹入幽绿，

Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs,

和青苔的曲径。我不能看清是哪些花在我的脚旁，何种软香悬于高枝，

But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild;

但在温馨的暗处，猜测每一种甜蜜以其时令的赠与青草地、灌木丛、野果树

White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine; Fast fading violets cover'd up in leaves; And mid-May's eldest child,

白山楂和田园玫瑰；叶堆中易谢的紫罗兰；还有五与中旬的首出，

The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves. Darkling I listen; and, for many a time

这啜满了露酒的麝香蔷薇，夏夜蝇子嗡嗡的出没其中。我倾听黑夜，多少次

I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath;

我几乎爱上了逸谧的死亡，在如此多的沉思之韵中呼唤她轻柔的名，编织成歌，我无声的呼吸；

Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad

现在她更加华丽的死去，在午夜不带悲伤的飞升，当你正向外倾泻灵魂

In such an ecstasy! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain- To thy high requiem become a sod.

这般的迷狂！你仍唱着，而我听不见，你那高昂的安魂曲对着一搓泥土。

Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard

永生的鸟啊！你不为了死亡出生！饥饿的时代无法把你蹂躏；这逝去的夜晚里我所听见的

In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home,

在那远古的日子也曾为帝王和小丑听见；可能相同的歌在鲁思那颗忧愁的心中找到了一条路径，当她思念故乡，

She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that oft-times hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam

站在异邦的谷田中落泪；这声音常常在遗失的仙城中震动了窗扉

Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. Forlorn! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self!

望向泡沫浪花遗失！这个字如同一声钟响把我从你处带会我单独自我！

Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is fam'd to do, deceiving elf. Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades

别了！幻想无法继续欺骗当她不再能够，别了！别了！你哀伤的圣歌

Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades:

退入了后面的草地，流过溪水，涌上山坡；而此时，它正深深埋在下一个山谷的阴影中：

Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music:-Do I wake or sleep?

是幻觉，还是梦寐？那歌声去了：我醒了？我睡着？

46.永生鸟的告别（Bone）