★ Morning
☆ Poetry by Paul Laurence Dunbar
The mist has left the greening plain,
The dew-drops shine like fairy rain,
The coquette rose awakes again
Her lovely self adorning.
The Wind is hiding in the trees,
A sighing, soothing, laughing tease,
Until the rose says 'Kiss me, please, '
'Tis morning, 'tis morning.
With staff in hand and careless-free,
The wanderer fares right jauntily,
For towns and houses are, thinks he,
For scorning, for scorning.
My soul is swift upon the wing,
And in its deeps a song I bring;
Come, Love, and we together sing,
''Tis morning, 'tis morning.'
▲ Chinese Translation
★ 早晨
☆ [美] 保罗•劳伦斯•邓巴 (1872-1906) 诗
☆ [中] 罗志海 译
雾霭已从绿色平原离开
露珠闪耀像仙女的雨滴
风骚的玫瑰花再次醒来
她自己梳妆打扮多可爱
风儿正在树上藏躲
一个叹息,逗笑,舒心
直到玫瑰说:"请吻我"
今天早晨,今天早晨
职员用手随心所欲地
波动的票价正洋洋得意走俏
对于城镇和房子来说,他觉得
嘲笑,嘲笑
我迅捷装上翅膀的灵魂
深处里有一首我自带的歌
来吧,亲爱的,我们一起唱歌
"今天早晨,今天早晨"
北京时间2015年1月7日翻译
Beijing time 1/7/2015 translation
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