Gaspara Stampa - Poem No....

　　(a poem to her first love: Count Collaltino di Collalto, who went to Paris and never returned…)
　　
　　I have become so weary of my waiting,
　　Defeated by the grieving and desire
　　Caused by the little faith and short remembrance
　　Of him for whose return I mourn in vain,
　　That I call her who makes the world turn pale
　　And with her scythe fulfills the final sentence,
　　Imploring her to bring me sweet relief
　　And free me from the sorrow of my heart.
　　She, though, deafens herself to my entreaties,
　　Repulsing all my weak and foolish thoughts,
　　Just as he shuts his ears against returning.
　　So, weeping till my eyelids overflow,
　　I pour my piteous tears into this sea,
　　While he lives happily among his hills.

2006-06-18 18:36:54 ♣蛇蛇爬树树~㊣ `♥ 　　能翻译一下下吗？谢谢