Fare thee well! and if for ever,
别了!若此别成永诀,
Still for ever, fare thee well:
那就让这永别就此不再回头:
Even though unforgiving, never
纵使你心中无半分谅解,
'Gainst thee shall my heart rebel.
我亦不会以怨恨来对抗你。
Would that breast were bared before thee
但愿我能将胸膛向你敞开,
Where thy head so oft hath lain,
那里曾是你头颅安放的熟悉之地,
While that placid sleep came o’er thee
你曾在那儿沉入过平静的梦乡,
Which thou ne’er canst know again:
可那份安宁你再无法触及。
Would that breast, by thee glanced over,
只愿你能再看我心中所想,
Every inmost thought could show!
让你目睹所有最深的情绪!
Then thou wouldst at last discover
那时你便能彻底明白,
’Twas not well to spurn it so.
你对它不该如此狠心背弃。
Though the world for this commend thee —
纵使世人因此事褒扬你——
Though it smile upon the blow,
甚至为你伤人的举动而欢笑,
Even its praises must offend thee,
可那世俗的夸赞也会在你心中泛起不安,
Founded on another’s woe:
毕竟那荣耀是以他人的痛苦为根基。
Though my many faults defaced me,
纵然我缺陷缠身、千疮百孔,
Could no other arm be found
难道世间找不出别的手臂,
Than the one which once embraced me,
非要用那曾经拥抱我的双臂,
To inflict a cureless wound?
来给我致下这无法痊愈的创伤?
Yet, oh yet, thyself deceive not;
但是,哎,请你不要欺骗自己;
Love may sink by slow decay,
爱意或许会在日渐枯萎中缓缓消失,
But by sudden wrench, believe not
可你莫信那一朝折断,
Hearts can thus be torn away:
就能将彼此的心轻易割裂。
Still thine own its life retaineth —
你的心依旧在继续跳动——
Still must mine, though bleeding, beat;
而我的心虽在流血,仍须挣扎着跳动;
And the undying thought which paineth
那不曾磨灭却带来痛楚的思绪,
Is — that we no more may meet.
便是我们再无相见之期。
These are words of deeper sorrow
此刻的言语中蕴含了更深的哀痛,
Than the wail above the dead;
胜过祭奠亡者的哭喊;
Both shall live, but every morrow
我们虽都活在人世,但每一个明晨,
Wake us from a widowed bed.
都将让彼此自孤寂如丧偶的长夜中醒来。
And when thou wouldst solace gather,
当你想要寻求些许安慰,
When our child’s first accents flow,
当我们孩子的第一声呼唤响起,
Wilt thou teach her to say “Father!”
你会教她唤声“父亲!”吗,
Though his care she must forego?
尽管她注定无法得到父爱?
When her little hands shall press thee,
当那稚嫩的小手抚摸着你,
When her lip to thine is pressed,
当她柔软的嘴唇轻触你的唇,
Think of him whose prayer shall bless thee,
请你想起那依旧为你祈祷祝福的人,
Think of him thy love had blessed!
想起那曾被你的爱所眷顾的他!
Should her lineaments resemble
倘若她的面容与你不再相见的那个人相似,
Those thou never more mayst see,
恰恰是那你再不能见到的人,
Then thy heart will softly tremble
那时你的心会轻轻颤抖,
With a pulse yet true to me.
因脉动中仍残留对我的不舍与依恋。
All my faults perchance thou knowest,
也许你知晓我全部的过失,
All my madness — none can know;
但我那走火入魔般的偏执,谁也无法真正了解;
All my hopes — where’er thou goest —
我所有的希望——无论你身在何方——
Wither — yet with thee they go.
都在渐渐凋谢,却仍追随于你。
Every feeling hath been shaken;
内心的所有情感都被撼动;
Pride, which not a world could bow,
那原本无可屈服的骄傲,
Bows to thee — by thee forsaken,
却在你面前弯腰 —— 你却将我舍弃,
Even my soul forsakes me now.
而今连我的灵魂也彷徨无依。
But ’tis done — all words are idle —
可一切都尘埃落定——任何言语都已无用——
Words from me are vainer still;
来自我的话语更显空虚无力;
But the thoughts we cannot bridle
但那些无法驯服的念头,
Force their way without the will.
依旧不由自主地涌现心头。
Fare thee well! thus disunited,
别了!就此决裂分离,
Torn from every nearer tie,
撕裂了曾经的亲密羁绊,
Sear’d in heart, and lone, and blighted,
我心已炙烤成焦,形单影只而倍受摧残,
More than this I scarce can die.
而除了这般死去,我已无更多可失去。