关于死亡（On Death）

pksunking

by John Keats

译者：pksunking


I.

倘若死亡是睡眠，而生是一场梦
幸福的场景是过往的幽灵
片刻的欢乐是梦中的幻影
你是否仍把死亡当做最残忍的酷刑


II.


多么奇怪，飘荡世间的人们
哪怕人生充满不幸，
却不肯离开崎岖的小径
不敢看清未来的命运
所谓的劫数不过是苏醒

I

Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream,
And scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by?
The transient pleasures as a vision seem,
And yet we think the greatest pain's to die.

II

How strange it is that man on earth should roam,
And lead a life of woe, but not forsake
His rugged path; nor dare he view alone
His future doom which is but to awake.

长月歌黛

嘛...老虎的金黄？