歌谣手 - 托马斯·哈代

古人说：人言落日是天涯，望极天涯不见家。已恨碧山相阻隔，碧山还被暮云遮。晓风残月，游子他乡，乡愁油然而生。一座小桥，一座青山，一缕炊烟，一棵老树，一条小河，还有那盛开的小花，都是可爱、美丽的家乡。一片田野，一坑水洼，暖暖的太阳，飘忽的秋叶，叽叽喳喳的鸟儿，夏日树上聒噪的知了，夜晚吵闹的蛙鸣，总是能够勾起思念家乡的情绪。可最让我牵挂的还是故乡的人儿，雪花千里将飘落，伊人不曾伴身旁，抬头不见明月，思念早已飘去家乡，思念之人尚可安好？

Sing, Ballad-singer, raise a hearty tune;

唱吧，歌谣手，唱出热情的歌，

Make me forget that there was ever a one

让我忘却曾经有过一个人，—

I walked with in the meek light of the moon

每当干完一天活，趁月光柔和，

When the day's work was done.

我常和她同行。

Rhyme, Ballad-rhymer, start a country song;

唱吧，歌谣手，唱一支家乡的歌，

Make me forget that she whom I loved well

让我忘却我最爱的那一个

Swore she would love me dearly, love me long,

她发誓要深深爱我，长久爱我：

Then-what I cannot tell!

后来呢，我没法说！

Sing, Ballad-singer, from your little book;

唱吧，歌谣手，唱你的小歌本，

Make me forget those heart-breaks, achings, fears;

让我忘却烦忧，悲痛和心碎，

Make me forget her name, her sweet sweet look –

让我忘却她的名字，她的甜美，

Make me forget her tears.

忘却她的眼泪。