On Death——John Keats

死亡

陈绍鹏 译

I.

Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream,

若人生只是一场梦，死亡可会是睡眠，

And scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by?

幸福的情景是否如虚景般经过？

The transient pleasures as a vision seem,

短暂的快乐仿佛是幻觉

And yet we think the greatest pain’s to die.

我们却以为死亡最让人难过。

II.

How strange it is that man on earth should roam,

多么奇怪，人在世间游历，

And lead a life of woe, but not forsake

过着不幸的生活，却不放弃

His rugged path; nor dare he view alone

他崎岖的路径；除非从中醒来

His future doom which is but to awake.

否则他不敢独自望着他未来的厄运。