【爱尔兰】威廉·巴特勒·叶芝
我出门去到榛树丛林，
只因心中有一团火，
我砍了一根树枝剥去皮，
又用线钩上一枚浆果；
当白色的飞蛾扇动翅翼，
群星闪烁，宛如飞蛾，
我把浆果没入溪流
钓住一条小鳟鱼，的银色。
我把它放在地上
将火焰吹得高灼，
但地上有什么沙沙作响，
有人呼喊着我的名字：
小鳟鱼已变成闪着微光的姑娘
她头上戴着苹果花环
喊着我的名字跑去
在曙光中，越来越远。
虽然我流浪经年
穿过无数的峡谷山丘，
我一定要寻觅到她的踪影，
吻她的嘴唇，执着她的手；
沿着斑斓的草地漫步，
去采摘，直到此生不再
月亮的银苹果，
太阳的金苹果。
The Song of Wandering Aengus
William Butler Yeats
I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.
When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire a-flame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And some one called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.
Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.
