求拜伦《悼玛格丽特表姐》原文 中文和鉴赏

On the Death of Magaret Parker, Cousin to the Author

Hush'd are the winds,and still the evening gloom,
Not e'en a zephyr wanders through the grove,
Whilst I return ,to view my Magaret's tomb,
And scatter flowers on the dust I love.

Within this narrow cell reclines her clay,
Ttat clay, where once such animation beam'd;
The King of Terrors seized her as his prey,
Not worth,nor beauty, have her life redeem's.

Oh!could that King of Terrors pity feel,
Or Heaven reverse the dread decrees of fate!
Not here the mourner would his grief reveal,
Not here the muse her virtues would relate.

But wherefore weep? Her matchless spirit soars
Beyond where splendid shines the orb of day;
And weeping angels lead her to those bowers
Where endless pleasures virtue's deeds repay.

And shall presumptuous mortals Heaven arraign,
And,madly,godlike Providence accuse?
Ah! no, far fly from me attempts so vain;-
I'll ne'er submission to my God refuse.

Yet is remembrance of those virtues dear,
Yet fresh the memory of that beauteous face;
Still they call forth my warm affection's tear,
Still in my heart retain their wonted place.

悼玛格丽特表姐

晚风沉寂了，暮色悄然无声，林间不曾有一缕微飓吹度；

我归来祭扫玛格丽特的坟莹，把鲜花撒向我所挚爱的尘土。

这狭小墓穴里惬卧着她的身躯，想当年芳华乍吐，闪射光焰；

如今可怖的死神已将她攫去，美德和丽质也未能赎返天年。

哦！只要死神懂一点仁慈，只要上苍能撤销命运的裁决！

吊客就无需来这儿诉他的悲思，诗人也无需来这儿赞她的莹洁。

为什么要悲拗？

她无匹的灵魂高翔，凌越于红日赫赫流辉的碧落；

垂泪的天使领她到天国的闺房，那儿，善行换来了无尽的欢乐。

可容许放肆的凡夫问罪上苍，如痴似狂地斥责神圣的天意？

不！

这愚委的意图已离我远飚，DD我岂能拒不顺从我们的上帝！

但对她美德的怀想是这样亲切。

但对她娇容的记忆是这样新鲜；

它们依旧汲引我深情的泪液，依旧盘桓在它们惯住的心田。