致布谷鸟中英双语诗歌

致布谷鸟中英双语诗歌

To the Cuckoo

O blithe new-comer! I have heard,

I hear thee and rejoice.

O Cuckoo! shall I call thee Bird,

Or but a wandering Voice?

While I am lying on the grass

Thy twofold shout I hear;

From hill to hill it seems to pass

At once far off, and near.

Though babbling only to the Vale,

Of sunshine and of flowers,

Thou bringest unto me a tale

Of visionary hours.

Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring!

Even ye thou art to me

No bird, but an invisible thing,

A voice a mystery;

The same whom in my schoolboy days

I listened to; that Cry

Which made me look a thousand ways

In bush, and tree, and sky.

To seek thee did I often rove

Through woods and on the green;

And thou wert still a hope, a love;

Still longed for, never seen.

And I can listen to thee yet;

Can lie upon the plain

And listen, till I do beget

That golden time again.

O blessed Bird! the earth we pace

Again appears to be

An unsubstantial, faery place;

That is fit home for thee!

致布谷鸟

啊，快乐的新客!

听到你啭鸣，我满怀喜悦;

啊，布谷，是否称你为鸟?

或为妙音，回荡清越?

当我躺在草地上，

听到你的`二重唱：

似从这山传到那山，

似在近旁，又在远方。

你的歌声在山谷回荡，

伴着繁华和阳光;

你还把我带到

追忆往事的幻想。

我再三地欢迎

你是阳春的先行。

在我眼中，你可不是鸟，

而是无形的神奇之音。

想当年我还是小学生，

曾倾听同样的鸣声;

我千方百计寻找，

从天上到丛林。

我时常漫游，为了找你，

踩着草地，穿过密林;

如今仍在期待，虽不眼见，

你仍是希望，是恋情。

此刻我躺在平原，

你的歌声仍能听见。

我专心谛听，

直到召回金色的童年。

我们栖息的大地

又显得空灵而神奇;

这是你安家的福地，

啊, 快乐的鸟儿，祝福你!