▎沉默的爱  　

就像过于耀眼的太阳常常
催促苍白的月亮不甘心地
回到她阴沉的洞穴，当她赢得
夜莺的一首歌谣，
你的美也让我的嘴唇不听使唤，
我所有最动听的歌声都走了调。

就像黎明时一阵风扇动着翅膀
粗暴地扫过平整的草地
它过于刺耳的吻折断芦苇
那是它唯一歌唱的乐器，
我那狂风暴雨般的激情也是如此，
我的爱也因过度的爱而喑哑。

但我的眼睛清楚地向你昭示
我为何沉默，我的琴弦为何断开；
若非如此，我们最好分手而去，
你去寻找更甜美的旋律，
而我去哺育那荒芜的记忆
那未曾吻过的吻，未曾唱过的歌。

作者 / [英国]奥斯卡·王尔德
翻译 / 照朗

▎SILENTIUM AMORIS

As often-times the too resplendent sun
Hurries the pallid and reluctant moon
Back to her sombre cave, ere she hath won
A single ballad from the nightingale,
So doth thy Beauty make my lips to fail,
And all my sweetest singing out of tune.

And as at dawn across the level mead
On wings impetuous some wind will come,
And with its too harsh kisses break the reed
Which was its only instrument of song,
So my too stormy passions work me wrong,
And for excess of Love my Love is dumb.

But surely unto Thee mine eyes did show
Why I am silent, and my lute unstrung;
Else it were better we should part, and go,
Thou to some lips of sweeter melody,
And I to nurse the barren memory
Of unkissed kisses, and songs never sung.

Oscar Wilde