Francesco Petrarch 弗朗西斯克·彼特拉克
The eyes that drew from me such fervent praise
那眼睛吸引我发出热情的赞美，
The arms and hands and feet and countenance
还有柔臂、纤手、娇体、玉脸，
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,
已从人间飞舞到天堂，
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 shrouds 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 harp I touch.
我抚琴吟咏却听到泪水流淌。
