Snow-bound: A Winter Idyl

冬日田园诗———大雪封门

By John Greenleaf Whittier 惠蒂埃

A chill no coat, however stout¹,

一阵寒风袭来

Of homespun stuff could quite shut out,

再厚的大衣也抵挡不住

A hard, dull bitterness of cold

那阴沉刺骨的严寒

That checked, mid-vein, the circling race

被那风刀霜剑雕刻的脸庞

Of life-blood in the sharpened face.

凝滞了血液的流淌

The coming of the snow storm told.

即将来临的暴风雪这样诉说着

The wind blew east: we heard the roar

风由东方吹来，我们听到

Of ocean on his wintry shore

大海在冬日的海岸上咆哮

And felt the strong pulse throbbing there

感觉到那股强劲的脉搏

Beat with low rhythm our inland air

伴着陆上空气的缓慢节奏跳动

Meanwhile we did our nightly chores

期间，我们正为夜间事务操劳

Brought in the wood from out of doors

从门外抱来木柴

Littered the stalls, and from the mows

将畜栏铺上干草

Raked down the herd's grass for the cows

从草堆上给母牛耙下草料

Heard the horse whinying for his corn

马儿嘶鸣，争抢它们的玉米

And sharply clanging horn on horn

小牛晃动着胡桃木枷，

Impatient down the stanchion rows

尖利的牛角碰撞得铿铿作响

The cattle shake their walnut bows

暴躁地把栏杆掀倒

While, peering from his early perch

此刻，公鸡早已占据了高高的桦木台架

Upon the scaffold's pole of birch

向下观望

The cock his crested helmet bent

弯曲着那鸡冠倒竖的头

And down his querulous challenge sent

撒下一串暴怒不平的挑战