Seated once by a brook, watching a child

我曾坐在一条小溪边，集中眼神

Chiefly that paddled, I was thus beguiled.

看一个划桨的孩子，因而被吸引。

Mellow the blackbird sang and sharp the thrush

在不远处的橡树丛和榛树丛中

Not far off in the oak and hazel brush,

乌鸫唱得悦耳，而画眉唱得难听，

Unseen. There was a scent like honeycomb

没有任何人留意。从晦暗的艾蒿

From mugwort dull. And down upon the dome

飘过来一丝甜蜜如蜂窝的味道。

Of the stone the cart-horse kicks against so oft

一只蝴蝶在被役马踢了又踢的

A butterfly alighted. From aloft

石头的圆顶上落下。蝴蝶汲取着

He took the heat of the sun, and from below.

从高低两处散发的太阳的热气。

On the hot stone he perched contented so,

他栖息在炎热的石头上，很惬意，

As if never a cart would pass again

仿佛不会再有马车又一次经过

That way; as if I were the last of men

那条路；仿佛我是人中最后一个，

And he the first of insects to have earth

他是昆虫中最初一只，能够同时

And sun together and to know their worth.

拥有大地和太阳并知道其价值。

I was divided between him and the gleam,

我的注意力全分散在他，溪流的

The motion, and the voices, of the stream,

亮光、流动与声音，和吱吱地淌过

The waters running frizzled over gravel,

砾石的流水上面，这流水永远都

That never vanish and for ever travel.

不会消失，而是向前不停地奔流。

A grey flycatcher silent on a fence

一只灰鹟在篱笆上默默地停立，

And I sat as if we had been there since

而我坐着，仿佛我们一直在那里，

The horseman and the horse lying beneath

自从马夫和银蹄的马最后一回

The fir-tree-covered barrow on the heath,

奔驰在丘陵上（如今他们躺在被

The horseman and the horse with silver shoes,

冷杉树覆盖的古坟之下，长眠于

Galloped the downs last. All that I could lose

荒野）。我能丢失的一切我已丢失。

I lost. And then the child’s voice raised the dead.

然后那名孩子的声音唤醒死者。

"No one's been here before" was what she said

“之前无人来过这里”是她的所说，

And what I felt, yet never should have found

也是我的感触，可我找不到词语

A word for, while I gathered sight and sound.

抒发此感，当我采集景象和声音时。