ONE WORD IS TOO OFTEN PROFANED

Percy Bysshe Shelley

One word is too often profaned
For me to profane it,
One feeling too falsely disdained
For thee to disdain it;
One hope is too like despair
For prudence to smother,
And pity from thee more dear
Than that from another.

I can give not what men call love,
But wilt thou accept not
The worship the heart lifts above
And the Heavens reject not, --
The desire of the moth for the star,
Of the night for the morrow,
The devotion to something afar
From the sphere of our sorrow?


有一个被人经常亵渎的字

王佐良 译

有一个被人经常亵渎的字，
　　我无心再来亵渎；
有一种被人假意鄙薄的感情，
　　你不会也来鄙薄。
有一种希望太似绝望，
　　又何须再加提防！
你的怜悯无人能比，
　　温暖了我的心房。

我拿不出人们所称的爱情，
　　但不知你肯否接受
这颗心儿能献的崇敬？
　　连天公也不会拒而不收！
犹如飞蛾扑向星星，
　　又如黑夜追求黎明，
这一种思慕远处之情，
　　早已跳出了人间的苦境！