抱怨

By William Wordsworth

Translation: Lucidus of WXC

 

There is a change—and I am poor;

有一个变化，我成了穷人;

Your love hath been, nor long ago,

你的爱，不久前，

A fountain at my fond heart's door,

一直是我欢欣心门之边喷泉

Whose only business was to flow;

其唯一的任务就是流淌;

And flow it did; not taking heed

只管流淌, 不必留意

Of its own bounty, or my need.

对自己的奖赏，或者我的需要。

What happy moments did I count!

我记忆中多么的快乐时光！

Blest was I then all bliss above!

我被恩赐所有的幸福！

Now, for that consecrated fount

现在，为那神圣的源泉

Of murmuring, sparkling, living love,

潺潺，波光粼粼，活生生的爱的源泉，

What have I? Shall I dare to tell?

我有还什么？我敢说吗？

A comfortless and hidden well.

一个患难之人，和一口隐藏的井。

A well of love—it may be deep—

一口爱之井，可能很深

I trust it is,—and never dry:

我相信会的，永不干涸的：

What matter? if the waters sleep

所谓吗？如果水会睡去，

In silence and obscurity.

在沉默和无闻中。

—Such change, and at the very door

这种变化，恰在此门

Of my fond heart, hath made me poor.

在我欢欣之心门，使我贫困。

* Reference

http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/174782