To One Who Has Been Long in City Pent｜
致久困城中者
by John Keats
To one who has been long in city pent
如此對其人，城內長久羈，
’Tis very sweet to look into the fair
仰見蒼天顏，確實真愜意，
And open face of heaven, -to breathe a prayer
美而無遮蔽，呼吸祝禱語，
Full in the smile of the blue firmament.
瀰漫微笑中，湛藍蒼穹裡。
Who is more happy, when, with heart’s content,
何人更歡喜，心若知足居，
Fatigued he sinks into some pleasant lair
身疲而沉浸，隱匿處歡愉，
Of wavy grass, and reads a debonair
此處草波浪，捧讀有輕盈，
And gentle tale of love and languishment?
柔情故事敘，憔悴漸悲戚？
Returning home at evening, with an ear
傍晚返家時，歸來側耳聽，
Catching the notes of Philomel, -an eye
聞唱有夜鶯，同時以眼睛，
Watching the sailing cloudlet’s bright career,
既見流雲去，航程放光明，
He mourns that day so soon has glided by,
悲歎白日過，匆匆已飄零。
E’en like the passage of an angel’s tear
甚如天使淚，滑過現蹤跡，
That falls through the clear ether silently.
清澈沿虛空，悄然垂落滴。
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