Roman Virgil, thou that singest

罗马诗人维吉尔，你歌唱

Ilion's lofty temples robed in fire,

伊利昂巍峨的神殿烟燎火摧；

Ilion falling, Rome arising,

唱伊利昂覆灭、罗马崛起，

wars, and filial faith, and Dido's pyre;

还唱征伐、孝心和狄多的柴堆；

Landscape-lover, lord of language

你热爱美景又主宰文辞，

more than he that sang the 'Works and Days,'

《工作与时日》的作者比不上你；

All the chosen coin of fancy

你所有那些精铸的想象

flashing out from many a golden phrase;

让多少黄金般词句烁烁闪熠；

Thou that singest wheat and woodland,

你赞颂麦浪、林地和农田，

tilth and vineyard, hive and horse and herd;

赞颂马、牛群、葡萄园和蜂房；

All the charm of all the Muses

一位位缪斯的全部魅力

often flowering in a lonely word;

常凭你的一个字而鲜花怒放；

Poet of the happy Tityrus

你歌唱欢乐的蒂狄卢斯，

piping underneath his beechen bowers;

唱他在山毛榉的荫下吹牧笛；

Poet of the poet-satyr

你歌唱善歌的森林之神——

whom the laughing shepherd bound with flowers;

欢笑的牧人用鲜花将他捆起；

Chanter of the Pollio, glorying

你讴歌波琉，你为再一次

in the blissful years again to be,

享受极乐的岁月而满怀豪情，

Summers of the snakeless meadow,

也为夏日没有蛇的草地、

unlaborious earth and oarless sea;

未耕的原野、无船的海而欢欣；

Thou that seest Universal

你呀，看到天地间的万物

Nature moved by Universal Mind;

都在天意的安排下一一行动；

Thou majestic in thy sadness

你那种忧伤更显得崇高——

at the doubtful doom of human kind;

是为人类难测的命运而悲痛；

Light among the vanish'd ages;

你是已逝年代中的灯盏，

star that gildest yet this phantom shore;

是太阳仍为这缥缈人世镀金辉；

Golden branch amid the shadows,

你是那冥界里的金树枝——

kings and realms that pass to rise no more;

君主和王国一去那里就永不回；

Now thy Forum roars no longer,

如今你广场上不再喧响，

fallen every purple Cæsar's dome —

所有紫袍恺撒的穹顶已塌落——

Tho' thine ocean-roll of rhythm

尽管你翻江倒海的韵律

sound forever of Imperial Rome —

永远让人们追想到罗马帝国——

Now the Rome of slaves hath perish'd,

如今奴隶制的罗马已消亡，

and the Rome of freemen holds her place,

自由人的罗马已经站稳了脚；

I, from out the Northern Island

我虽属于这北方，这一度

sunder'd once from all the human race,

同全体人类分离的北国之岛，

I salute thee, Mantovano,

要向你这曼图亚人致敬，

I that loved thee since my day began,

因为在语言所铸成的韵律里，

Wielder of the stateliest measure

数你运用的最高雅雄健——

ever moulded by the lips of man.

我从幼年起就已深深热爱你。