The Eyes That Drew from Me 吸引我的眼睛

by Francesco Petrarch弗朗西斯克·彼特拉克

The eyes that drew from me such fervent¹ praise

那眼睛吸引我发出热情的赞美，

The arms and hands and feat² and countenance³

还有柔臂、纤手、鲜活的面庞，

Which made me a stranger in my own romance

浪漫的激情曾使我完全变了样，

And set me apart from the well-trodden ways;

远离了人群的喧闹，独自沉醉;

The gleaming golden curly hair, the rays

闪闪发光的金色卷发在飘飞，

Flashing from a smiling angel's glance

那是微笑的天使洒下的目光，

Which moved the world in paradisal dance,

世界舞蹈着，欢快地进入天堂，

Are grains of dust, insensibilities.

而今一切都冷却了，化为尘灰。

And I live on, but in grief and self-contempt,

我活着，自怨自艾，悲哀抑郁'

Left here without the light I loved so much,

曾经热爱的生活暗淡无光，

In a great tempest and with shrouds⁴ unkempt

像航船失控，经历着狂风暴雨。

No more love songs, then, I have done with such,

再没有情歌让我放声高唱，

My old skill now runs thin at each attempt,

往日的才情已经枯竭远去，

And tears are heard within the harp⁵ I touch.

我抚琴吟咏却听到泪水流淌。