帕布莉卡她是欢乐的化身
当她最初在我眼中闪耀；
一位可爱的精灵，
点缀了时光：
她有繁星般的明眸；
同样，如暮色般乌黑的长发；
然而所有的一切
来自五月时节，欢欣的黎明；
一抹舞蹈的幻影，一副欢悦的图画，
她萦绕，惊艳，潜伏
我凑近看她，
一个灵魂，同样是一位女人！
她收拾家务，轻巧自如，
迈着纯洁自由的步子；
面容上融化着
甜蜜的过往，蜜糖般的誓言；
她并不总是闪光的
她食人间烟火，
有瞬时的悲伤，开率直的玩笑，
赞美、责备、爱恋、亲吻、眼泪和微笑。
此刻，我安静地感受
那躯体中激动的脉搏；
思想和呼吸的存在，
生与死之间的旅人：
坚实的理由，温和的意志，
耐性，远见，意志和能力；
一位由神灵设计的完美女性，
给予人们警醒、慰藉和命令；
然而她的灵魂永在，闪耀着
天使般的荣光。
She was a Phantom of delight
When first she gleam’d upon my sight;
A lovely Apparition, sent
To be a moment’s ornament:
Her eyes as stars of twilight fair;
Like twilight’s, too, her dusky hair;
But all things else about her drawn
From May-time and the cheerful dawn;
A dancing shape, an image gay,
To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
I saw her upon nearer view,
A Spirit, yet a Woman too!
Her household motions light and free,
And steps of virgin liberty;
A countenance in which did meet
Sweet records, promises as sweet;
A creature not too bright or good
For human nature’s daily food,
For transient sorrows, simple wiles,
Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
And now I see with eye serene
The very pulse of the machine;
A being breathing thoughtful breath,
A traveller between life and death:
The reason firm, the temperate will,
Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill;
A perfect Woman, nobly plann’d
To warn, to comfort, and command;
And yet a Spirit still, and bright
With something of an angel light.
威廉·华兹华斯(William Wordsworth)
《她是欢乐的化身》（She Was a Phantom of Delight）
投稿者@文正星 自译
