The Wheel |
轮 |
Through winter-time we call on spring, | 在冬天里我们呼唤春天, |
And through the spring on summer call, | 在春天里我们呼唤夏天, |
And when abounding hedges ring | 在繁茂的树篱 |
Declare that winter's best of all; | 随风响起的时候 |
And after that there's nothing good | 我们又来呼唤冬天; |
Because the spring-time has not come— | 因为春天未至—— |
Nor know that what disturbs our blood | 却不知那搅扰我们血液的 |
Is but its longing for the tomb. | 是血液对坟墓的渴望。 |