第11章 乐章

There be none of Beauty’s daughters

With a magic like thee;

And like music on the waters

Is thy sweet voice to me:

When,as if its sound were causing

The charmed ocean’s pausing,

The waves lie still and gleaming,

And the lulled winds seem dreaming;

And the midnight moon is weaving

Her bright chain o’er the deep,

Whose breast is gently heaving

As an infant’s asleep:

So the spirit bows before thee,

To listen and adore thee,

With a full but soft emotion,

Like the swell of summer’s ocean.

没有一个美的女儿

拥有像你一样的魔力；

你甜蜜的声音对我来说

就像浮在水面上的音乐；

仿佛那声音

让沉醉的海洋停歇，

波涛安静地睡着，水面上泛着光，

慵懒的风好像在梦中；

午夜的月亮

在海洋深处编织闪亮的锁链；

大海的胸膛轻轻起伏，

好像睡梦中的婴儿；

心灵向你弯下腰身，

侧耳聆听，对你羡慕有加；

就像夏季的浪潮

涌动着饱满温柔的情感。