希望 (Emily Bronte)

常客

希望

希望不过是个胆小的朋友；
她坐在格栅的屋子外面，
如同那些自私的人们一样，
眼看着我的命运变换。

她在恐惧中变得残忍；
在凄凉的一天，
我透过窗户张望她，
她却把脸扭开了！

像一个不诚实的哨兵，假意看守，
在斗争里， 她永远低语和平；
我哭泣的时候，她总是歌唱，
而当我谛听，她却停下来。

她虚伪，冷酷无情；
当我最后的快乐撒在地面，
连悲哀也后悔
当他看到忧伤的遗物散落；

而希望，她的私语本来
应为我狂乱的痛苦带去抚慰，
却张开翅膀，飞向天空，
走了，再也不回来！

HOPE.
Hope Was but a timid friend;
She sat without the grated den,
Watching how my fate would tend,
Even as selfish−hearted men.

She was cruel in her fear;
Through the bars one dreary day,
I looked out to see her there,
And she turned her face away!

Like a false guard, false watch keeping,
Still, in strife, she whispered peace;
She would sing while I was weeping;
If I listened, she would cease.

False she was, and unrelenting;
When my last joys strewed the ground,
Even Sorrow saw, repenting,
Those sad relics scattered round;

Hope, whose whisper would have given
Balm to all my frenzied pain,
Stretched her wings, and soared to heaven,
Went, and ne'er returned again!