The Indian Serenade

I arise from dreams of thee
In the first sweet sleep of night,
When the winds are breathing low,
And the stars are shining bright
I arise from dreams of thee,
And a spirit in my feet
Hath led me--who knows how?
To thy chamber window, Sweet!

The wandering airs they faint
On the dark, the silent stream--
The champak odors fail
Like sweet thoughts in a dream;
The nightingale's complaint,
It dies upon her heart;
As I must on thine,
Oh, beloved as thou art!

O lift me from the grass!
die! I faint! I fail!
Let thy love in kisses rain
On my lips and eyelids pale.
My cheek is cold and white, alas!
My heart beats loud and fast;--
Oh! press it to thine own again,
Where it will break at last.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

印度小夜曲　　

作者：雪莱　　

在夜晚第一度香甜的睡眠里

我从梦见你的梦中起身下了地

习习的夜风正轻轻地吹

灿烂的星星耀着光辉

从梦见你的梦中起身下了地

有个精灵附在我的脚底

它引导着我

来到你的纱窗下

哦

亲爱的

真是不可思议

四处游荡的乐声已经疲惫

湮没在幽暗静寂的清溪

金香木的芳馨已经消逝

就象梦中那甜美的情思

夜莺一声声泣血的怨啼

已在心底溘然死去

我的生命也必将在你心上停熄

因为

哦

我所热爱的只是你

哦

快把我从绿草地上扶起

我气息奄奄

神智昏迷

衰竭无力

让你的爱在亲吻的密雨里

降落降落在

我苍白的嘴唇和眼皮

我的面颊已经冰凉惨淡

我的心脏音响沉重

跳动迅疾

哦

请再一次把它拥紧在你的胸前

它终将破碎在你的心窝里