To M. S. G.给M. S. G.
要是我梦见你爱我,你休怪,
When I dream that you love me, you'll surely forgive;
休要迁怒于睡眠;
Extend not your anger to sleep;
你的爱只在梦乡存在,——
For in visions alone your affection can live,—
醒来,我空余泪眼。
I rise, and it leaves me to weep.
睡神!快封闭我的神志,
Then, Morpheus! envelope my faculties fast,
让昏倦流布我周身;
Shed o'er me your languor benign;
愿今宵好梦与昨夜相似:
Should the dream of to-night but resemble the last,
像仙境一样销魂!
What rapture celestial is mine!
听说,睡眠——死亡的姊妹,
They tell us that slumber, the sister of death,
也是死亡的样品;
Mortality's emblem is given;
天国倘若是这般滋味,
To fate how I long to resign my frail breath,
愿死神早早降临!
If this be a foretaste of heaven!
舒眉展眼吧,美人,且息怒,
Ah! frown not, sweet lady, unbend your soft brow,
我何曾心花怒放;
Nor deem me too happy in this;
梦中的罪孽要清算:幸福
If I sin in my dream, I atone for it now,
只许我凝眸痴望。
Thus doom'd but to gaze upon bliss.
梦中,也许你笑口微开,
Though in visions, sweet lady, perhaps you may smile,
莫说我受罚还不够!
Oh! think not my penance deficient!
入睡,被美梦欺哄;醒来,
When dreams of your presence my slumbers beguile,
这苦刑怎生忍受!
To awake will be torture sufficient.
要是我梦见你爱我,你休怪,
休要迁怒于睡眠;
你的爱只在梦乡存在,——
醒来,我空余泪眼。
睡神!快封闭我的神志,
让昏倦流布我周身;
愿今宵好梦与昨夜相似:
像仙境一样销魂!
听说,睡眠——死亡的姊妹,
也是死亡的样品;
天国倘若是这般滋味,
愿死神早早降临!
舒眉展眼吧,美人,且息怒,
我何曾心花怒放;
梦中的罪孽要清算:幸福
只许我凝眸痴望。
梦中,也许你笑口微开,
莫说我受罚还不够!
入睡,被美梦欺哄;醒来,
这苦刑怎生忍受!
When I dream that you love me, you'll surely forgive;
Extend not your anger to sleep;
For in visions alone your affection can live,—
I rise, and it leaves me to weep.
Then, Morpheus! envelope my faculties fast,
Shed o'er me your languor benign;
Should the dream of to-night but resemble the last,
What rapture celestial is mine!
They tell us that slumber, the sister of death,
Mortality's emblem is given;
To fate how I long to resign my frail breath,
If this be a foretaste of heaven!
Ah! frown not, sweet lady, unbend your soft brow,
Nor deem me too happy in this;
If I sin in my dream, I atone for it now,
Thus doom'd but to gaze upon bliss.
Though in visions, sweet lady, perhaps you may smile,
Oh! think not my penance deficient!
When dreams of your presence my slumbers beguile,
To awake will be torture sufficient.