再挨过一个阴天

张开眼 全是惹人的光点

破碎的时间 瓦解我的知觉

看见看不见 好像没什么分别

生死或想念 都薄如纸片

我看也不用 费力去找

就道听途说 一切安好

不然只显得 嚣嚣嚷嚷

人事无解药

My soul is dark——Oh! quickly string

The harp I yet can brook to hear;

And let thy gentle fingers fling

Its melting murmurs o'er mine ear.

If in this heart a hope be dear,

That sound shall charm it forth again;

If in these eyes there lurk a tear,

'Twill flow, and cease to burn my brain

失去灵魂的诗 在夜里疯掉

丢了词句的歌 乏味的吼叫

说不出口的话 像痴人说梦被埋掉

一切无味无知无解又无聊

我看也不用 费力去找

就道听途说 一切安好

不然只显得 嚣嚣嚷嚷

人事无解药

But bid the strain be wild and deep,

Nor let thy notes of joy be first:

I tell thee, minstrel, I must weep,

Or else this heavy heart will burst;

For it hath been by sorrow nursed,

And ached in sleepless silence long;

And now 'tis doom'd to know the worst,

And break at once——or yield to song.

诗选——Byron《My soul is dark》