by Oscar Wilde 奥斯卡•王尔德
In the glad springtime when leaves were green,
在欢愉的春天，树叶已是一片葱绿，
O merrily the throstle sings!
哦，画眉鸟快乐地歌唱！
I sought, amid the tangled sheen,
在纷乱的光亮里，我寻找
Love whom mine eyes had never seen,
我的眼睛从不曾见过的爱人，
O the glad dove has golden wings!
哦，快乐的鸽子有金色的翅膀！
Between the blossoms red and white,
在竞相开放的白花与红花丛中，
O merrily the throstle sings!
哦，画眉鸟快乐地歌唱！
My love first came into my sight,
我的爱人初次进入我的视线，
O perfect vision of delight,
哦，欣悦之完美的幻影，
O the glad dove has golden wings!
哦，快乐的鸽子有金色的翅膀！
The yellow apples glowed like fire,
橙黄的苹果像火焰一样闪烁，
O merrily the throstle sings!
哦，画眉鸟快乐地歌唱！
O Love too great for lip or lyre,
哦，嘴唇与竖琴都难以描述如此伟大的爱，
Blown rose of love and of desire,
爱情与欲望的玫瑰已经盛开，
O the glad dove has golden wings!
哦，快乐的鸽子有金色的翅膀。
But now with snow the tree is grey,
可如今雪花降临，树木已成灰色，
Ah, sadly now the throstle sings!
啊，画眉鸟唱得如此忧伤！
My love is dead: ah! well-a-day,
我的爱人死去：啊，天不佑我，
See at her silent feet I lay
看啊，我躺在她安静的脚踝旁，
A dove with broken wings!
一只折断了翅膀的鸽子！
Ah, Love! ah, Love! that thou wert slain –
啊，爱人！啊，爱人！你惨遭毒手——
Fond Dove, fond Dove return again!
温柔的鸽子，温柔的鸽子，回来吧！
Magdalen College, Oxford
牛津，莫德林学院