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Lo, in the orient when the gracious light
瞧呀，瞧東方仁慈的朝陽抬起了
Lifts up his burning head, each under eye
火紅的頭顱，每一雙塵世的眼晴
Doth homage to his new-appearing sight,
都向它初升的景象致敬，
Serving with looks his sacred majesty;
仰望的目光膜拜著神圣的光明。
And having climbed the steep-up heavenly hill,
瞧它登上了陡峭的天峰，
Resembling strong youth in his middle age,
宛如正當(dāng)盛年的年輕人，
Yet mortal looks adore his beauty still,
而人間的眼睛依然仰慕他的美貌，
Attending on his golden pilgrimage;
追隨他那金色的旅程。
But when from highmost pitch, with weary car,
但當(dāng)隨疲乏的車輦越過高峰，
Like feeble age he reeleth from the day,
他漸漸在遠(yuǎn)離白晝，如老邁之人，
The eyes, 'fore duteous, now converted are
于是那從前恭候的百光就不再追逐
From his low tract and look another way:
他下行之道而轉(zhuǎn)顧他途。
So thou, thyself outgoing in thy noon,
而你呵，也一樣，如今正值赫日當(dāng)午，
Unlooked on diest unless thou get a son.
若不養(yǎng)個兒子，便會死而無人盼顧。
