标题：第八首

内容：
*08.

EEB第八首你那样慷慨豪爽的施主呀，你把What can I give thee back, O liberal你心坎里金碧辉煌的宝藏、And Princely giver, who hast brought the gold原封地掏出来，只往我墙外推，And purple of thine heart, unstained, untold,任凭象我这样的人去拣起，还是And laid them on the outside of the wall把这罕见的舍施丢下；教我拿什么For such as I to take or lea十ve withal, [1]来作为你应得的报答？

请不要In unexpected largesse?

am I cold,说我太冷漠、太寡恩，你那许多Ungrateful, that for these most manifold重重叠叠的深情厚意，我却High gifts, I render nothing back at all?

没有一些儿回敬；不，并不是Not so; not cold, -- but very poor instead.

冷漠无情，实在我太寒伧。

你问Ask God who knows.

For frequent tears ha十ve run上帝就明白。

那连绵的泪雨冲尽了The colours from my life, and left so dead我生命的光彩，只剩一片死沉沉的And pale a stuff, it were not fitly done苍白，不配给你当偎依的枕头。

To give the same as pillow to thy head.

走吧！

尽把它踏在脚下，作垫石。

Go further!

let it serve to trample on.

[1] withal, Original meaning is likewise, or at the same time.

Here it means equally, with free choice.

发布时间：2024-08-22 23:00:40
来源：番茄文学网
链接：https://www.kuansang.com/book/103698.html