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How heavy do I journey on the way,
這一場(chǎng)跋涉真的令人神疲力倦，
When what I seek, my weary travel's end,
待如愿以償?shù)刈叩嚼ьD旅途的終點(diǎn)，
Doth teach that ease and that repose to say
一陣安逸接一場(chǎng)甜夢(mèng)忽叫我省牾：
'Thus far the miles are measured from thy friend!'"
我和你又分隔得多么遙遠(yuǎn)。
The beast that bears me, tired with my woe,
壓在我身下的坐騎不堪我的苦痛，
Plods dully on, to bear that weight in me,
緩緩前行，承載著我那一團(tuán)沉重，
As if by some instinct the wretch did know
可憐的馬兒似從某一種本能得知，
His rider loved not speed, being made from thee:
騎手愛的不是速度，越快越遠(yuǎn)離開你，
The bloody spur cannot provoke him on
帶血的馬刺也激不起他前進(jìn)的興頭，
That sometimes anger thrusts into his hide;
發(fā)怒的騎手于是猛刺進(jìn)他的皮肉。
Which heavily he answers with a groan,
馬兒忽然沉重地回報(bào)出一聲呻呤，
More sharp to me than spurring to his side;
我聽了鉆心更甚于馬刺刺進(jìn)他的身。
For that same groan doth put this in my mind;
正是這一聲低吟叫我突然清醒；
My grief lies onward and my joy behind.
快樂已成身后事，惆悵眼前生。
