本帖于 2014-08-08 11:04:52 时间, 由普通用户 cherryqq06 编辑
The More Loving One
W. H. Auden,
1907 -
1973
仰望星辰，我心如镜
无人理会，我死我生
世情淡漠，原不为苦
人心可怖，竟似猛虎
如果繁星，燃情成火
无以为报，却又奈何
两心相悦，权衡不平
情之所钟，一往而倾
纵然星辰，莫我肯顾
我也依旧，痴痴恋慕
此时得见，缄默不语
镇日相思，如何倾吐
如果星辰，消失殆尽
我会凝视，空旷苍穹
全然黑暗，无上庄严
须臾之后，我终感受
Looking up at the stars, I know quite well
That, for all they care, I can go to hell,
But on earth indifference is the least
We have to dread from man or beast.
How should we like it were stars to burn
With a passion for us we could not return?
If equal affection cannot be,
Let the more loving one be me.
Admirer as I think I am
Of stars that do not give a damn,
I cannot, now I see them, say
I missed one terribly all day.
Were all stars to disappear or die,
I should learn to look at an empty sky
And feel its total dark sublime,
Though this might take me a little time.
