歌词与中文翻译
La Belle Dame sans Merci
冷酷的妖女
John Keats
约翰?济慈（英） 屠岸 译
O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, “
为什么你这样痛苦呵，骑士，
Alone and palely loitering?
脸色苍白，独自彷徨？
The sedge has withered from the lake,
湖上的芦苇已经枯萎，
And no birds sing.
也没有鸟儿歌唱。
O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, “
为什么你这样痛苦呵，骑士，
So haggard and so woe-begone?
形容憔悴，神情沮丧？
The squirrel’s granary is full,
松鼠的窝里已贮满粮食
And the harvest’s done.
收获都进了谷仓
I see a lily on thy brow, “
我见你额角白如百合
With anguish moist and fever-dew,
渗出热汗像颗颗露珠，
And on thy cheeks a fading rose
我见你面颊好似玫瑰
Fast withereth too.
正在很快地干枯。”
I met a lady in the meads,
草地上我遇到一位姑娘，
Full beautiful, a fairy’s child;
美丽妖治像天仙的娇女，
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
她头发曼长，腿脚轻捷，
And her eyes were wild.
有一对狂放的眼珠。
I set her on my pacing steed, （
这段在济慈原诗中与下一段是颠倒过来的）“我抱她骑在马上慢慢走，
And nothing else saw all day long,
整天除了她，什么都不瞧；
For sidelong would she bend, and sing
她侧过身子倚着我，唱出
A faery’s song.
一支仙灵的歌谣。
I made a garland for her head, “
我为她做了一顶花冠，
And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;
做了手镯和芬芳的腰带；
She looked at me as she did love,
她对我凝视，像真的爱我，
And made sweet moan
发出温柔的叹息来。
She found me roots of relish sweet, “
她为我找来美味的草根，
And honey wild, and manna-dew,
天赐的仙露和野地的蜂蜜；
And sure in language strange she said—
她用奇异的语言说话
‘I love thee true’.
想必是‘我真爱你’！
She took me to her Elfin grot,”
她带我到她的精灵洞里，
And there she wept and sighed full sore,
她哭了，发出哀叹一声声，
And there I shut her wild, wild eyes
我用四个吻阖上了她那双
With kisses four.
狂放的、狂放的眼睛。
And there she lulled me asleep, “
她在洞子里哄我入睡，
And there I dreamed—Ah! woe betide!
— 于是我做了——啊啊！灾难！
.00]The latest dream I ever dreamt
.00]我做了从没做过的噩梦呵，
On the cold hill side.
在这凄冷的山边。
I saw pale kings and princes too, “
我梦见国王，王子，武士，
Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;
他们的脸色全是死白；
They cried—‘La Belle Dame sans Merci
他们叫道：‘冷酷的妖女
Hath thee in thrall!’
已经把你也抓来！’
I saw their starved lips in the gloam, “
幽暗中我见到他们张大了
With horrid warning gaped wide,
饿嘴，发出可怕的警告，
And I awoke and found me here,
我一觉醒来，发现自己
On the cold hill’s side.
在这凄冷的山腰。
And this is why I sojourn here, “
所以我就在这里逗留，
lone and palely loitering,
脸色苍白，独自彷徨，
Though the sedge is withered from the lake,
纵然湖上的芦苇枯了，
And no birds sing.
也没有鸟儿歌唱。”