英汉对照|王尔德诗选：复活节

Easter Day

The silver trumpets rang across the Dome:

The people knelt upon the ground with awe:

And borne upon the necks of men I saw,

Like some great God, the Holy Lord of Rome.

Priest-like, he wore a robe more white than foam,

And, king-like, swathed himself in royal red,

Three crowns of gold rose high upon his head:

In splendour and in light the Pope passed home.

My heart stole back across wide wastes of years

To One who wandered by a lonely sea,

And sought in vain for any place of rest:

'Foxes have holes, and every bird its nest,

I, only I, must wander wearily,

And bruise my feet, and drink wine salt with tears.'

复活节

银色的号角吹响，越过了教堂的穹顶：

人民心怀敬畏跪拜在大地上：

透过颈项之间的缝隙，我看见，

罗马神圣的教皇，像一尊伟大的天神。

教士的打扮，穿一袭比浪花更白的长袍，

披着王室的红绶带，更像一名国王，

他的头上高耸一顶金色的三重冠：

教皇走回自己的住所，显赫而光鲜。

我的心偷偷地潜回那荒废的大片岁月，

面对在孤独的大海边徘徊的人，

他在徒然地寻找一处安身的场所：

“狐狸有洞穴，小鸟也有巢窝，

我，只有我，必须疲惫地流浪，

我的脚跟有淤青，啜饮泪水泡制的苦酒。”