Away, away, ye notes of woe¹!

去吧，去吧，悲凉的曲调!

Be silent, thou once soothing² strain,

沉默吧，一度甘美的乐音!

Or I must flee from hence—for, oh!

否则，我只得掩耳奔逃，

I dare not trust those sounds again.

这样的乐曲我不忍重听。

To me they speak of brighter days—

它们追述欢愉的往昔——

But lull³ the chords, for now, alas!

此刻，快停止拨弄琴弦!

I must not think, I may not gaze

我不愿正视，也不堪回忆

On what I am—on what I was.

我的今日，和我的当年。

The voice that made those sounds more sweet

你嗓音已哑，使这些乐曲

Is hush'd, and all their charms are fled;

原先的魅力都逃逸无踪;

And now their softest notes repeat

如今，它们低回的旋律

A dirge⁴, an anthem⁵ o'er the dead!

不过是挽歌哀乐的复诵。

Yes, Thyrza! yes, they breathe of thee

是的，它们在唱你，赛沙!

Beloved dust! since dust thou art;

唱你——被人挚爱的尘土;

And all that once was harmony

那曲调原先是雍融和洽，

Is worse than discord⁶ to my heart!

如今比不上嘈杂的喧呼!

'Tis silent all!—but on my ear

全都静默了!可是我耳边

The well remember'd echoes thrill;

记忆犹新的回声在颤栗;

I hear a voice I would not hear,

听见的声音，我不愿听见，

A voice that now might well be still:

这样的声音早就该沉寂。

Yet oft my doubting soul 'twill shake;

它还在摇撼我迷惘的心灵，

Even slumber⁷ owns its gentle tone,

那柔婉乐音潜入我梦寐，

Till consciousness will vainly wake

“意识”枉然醒过来谛听，

To listen, though the dream be flown.

那梦境早已飞去不回。

Sweet Thyrza! waking as in sleep,

赛沙呵!醒来也如在梦中，

Thou art but now a lovely dream;

你化为一场神奇的梦幻;

A star that trembled o'er the deep,

仿佛海上闪烁的孤星，

Then turned from earth its tender beam.

清光已不再俯照人寰。

But he who through life's dreary⁸ way

当苍天震怒，大地阴晦，

Must pass, when heaven is veil'd in wrath⁹,

有人在人生的征途跋涉，

Will long lament¹⁰ the vanish'd ray

他久久悼惜那隐没的明辉——

That scatter'd gladness o'er his path.

它在这征途上投洒过欢乐。