Mutability 无常

Percy Bysshe Shelley 珀西·比西·雪莱

We are the clouds that veil the midnight moon;

How restlessly they speed, and gleam, and quiver,

Streaking the darkness radiantly!--yet soon

Night closes round, and they are lost forever:

Or like forgotten lyres, whose dissonant strings

Give various response to each varying blast,

To whose frail frame no second motion brings

One mood or modulation like the last.

We rest.--A dream has power to poison sleep;

We rise.--One wandering thought pollutes the day;

We feel, conceive or reason, laugh or weep;

Embrace fond foe, or cast our cares away:

It is the same!--For, be it joy or sorrow,

The path of its departure still is free:

Man';s yesterday may ne';er be like his morrow;

Nought may endure but Mutability.

我们象遮蔽午夜之月的云彩；

它一刻不停地奔跑，闪耀，颤栗，

向黑暗放出灿烂的光辉！——但很快

夜幕合拢了，它就永远隐去；

又象被忘却的琴，不调和的弦

每次拨弄都发出不同的音响，

在那纤弱的乐器上，每次重弹，

情调和音节都不会和前次一样。

我们睡下：一场梦能毒戕安息；

我们起来：游思又会玷污白天；

我们感觉，思索，想象，笑或哭泣，

无论抱住悲伤，或者摔脱忧烦：

终归是一样！——因为呵，在这世间，

无论是喜悦或悲伤都会溜走：

我们的明日从不再象昨天，

唉，除了“无常”，一切都不肯停留。