随手译诗四：济慈《长恨此身》

长恨此身非我有

等不到彩笔题尽断肠句

等不到厚重的书籍由文字写就

像丰实的仓廪贮藏成熟的米谷

当我仰望满布星光的夜之面孔

丰饶如云的幻像织就最浪漫之事

而我寻思，我没有足够的时日追踪

他们的投影，凭我偶然的魔法手指

短暂时光的尤物，当我感到

我将再不能将你端详，永远

再不能于幻想中拥抱

那尚未被回应的爱恋

孑立于大千世界之岸涯，我冥想

直到爱与声名没入永无之乡

When I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain, Before high-piled books, in charactery, Hold like rich garners the full ripen'd grain;

When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face,

Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,

And think that I may never live to trace

Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance;

And when I feel, fair creature of an hour,

That I shall never look upon thee more,

Never have relish in the faery power

Of unreflecting love;--then on the shore

Of the wide world I stand alone, and think

Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.