On Death——John Keats

死亡

陳紹鵬 譯

I.

Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream,

若人生只是一場(chǎng)夢(mèng)，死亡可會(huì)是睡眠，

And scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by?
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幸福的情景是否如虛景般經(jīng)過(guò)？

The transient pleasures as a vision seem,

短暫的快樂(lè)仿佛是幻覺(jué)

And yet we think the greatest pain’s to die.

我們卻以為死亡最讓人難過(guò)。

II.

How strange it is that man on earth should roam,

多么奇怪，人在世間游歷，

And lead a life of woe, but not forsake

過(guò)著不幸的生活，卻不放棄

His rugged path; nor dare he view alone

他崎嶇的路徑；除非從中醒來(lái)

His future doom which is but to awake.

否則他不敢獨(dú)自望著他未來(lái)的厄運(yùn)。