On A Dead Violet

On A Dead Violet 一朵枯萎的紫羅蘭

-----Percy Bysshe Shelley

The odor from the flower is gone 這一朵花失去暸香味，

Which like thy kisses breathed on me; 它象妳的吻，曾对我呼吸；

The color from the flower is flown 那鮮艷的顔色也已消褪，

Which glowed of thee and only thee! 不再閃燿着妳，唯一的妳！

A shrivelled, lifeless, vacant form, 一個枯萎而僵死的形體，

It lies on my abandoned breast; 茫然畱在我淒涼的前胸，

And mocks the heart, which yet is warm, 它以冰冷而沉默的安息

With cold and silent rest. 折磨着這依舊火熱的心

I weep--my tears revive it not; 我哭了，眼淚不使它復生！

I sigh--it breathes no more on me: 我嘆息，沒有香氣撲向我！

Its mute and uncomplaining lot 唉，这沉默而無怨的宿命

Is such as mine should be. 虽是它的，可对我最適閤。