Moonlight
Sara Teasdale - 1884-1933
It will not hurt me when I am old,
A running tide where moonlight burned
Will not sting me like silver snakes;
The years will make me sad and cold,
It is the happy heart that breaks.
The heart asks more than life can give,
When that is learned, then all is learned;
The waves break fold on jewelled fold,
But beauty itself is fugitive,
It will not hurt me when I am old.
月光
譯/小蝦
當我老了，便不再受傷害
波浪上游動的月光
亦不再會如銀蛇般刺痛我
歲月會將我變得冷漠悲傷
但只有幸福的心才會破碎
心之所欲，總超出生活所賜
認識到這點，就明白了一切
浪潮翻卷，跌落成一片碎玉
美麗是那樣的稍縱即逝
當我老了，便不會再受傷害
