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And all around, from the folds of the big velvet bed curtains, strange heads peered forth; some ugly, others lovely. These were all the Emperor's bad and good deeds looking at him now that Death sat on his heart.
周圍有一些奇怪的腦袋從厚重的天鵝絨帳的褶皺里偷偷地探出來，有的很丑陋，有的很可愛。因?yàn)樽谒男夭康氖恰八郎瘛保缴膼盒泻蜕菩性诳粗?/div>
"Do you remember this?" whispered one after the other. "Do you remember that?" Then they told him so much that the sweat ran from his forehead.
聲音一個(gè)接一個(gè)地輕輕傳來：“你記得這個(gè)嗎？”“你記得那個(gè)嗎？”接著，他們和皇帝說了很多話，汗水從皇帝的前額上流下來。
"I never knew that!" said the Emperor. "Music! Music! The big Chinese drum!" he called, "so that I won't hear everything they say!"
皇帝說：“我以前從不知道這個(gè)!”他喊道：“音樂！音樂！中國鼓！我不想聽他們說的一切！”
And they kept on.
然而它們還是不停地在講。
"Music! Music!" cried the Emperor. "My blessed little golden bird, sing, sing! I have given you gold and costly presents; I have even hung my golden slipper around your neck—sing now, sing!"But the bird stood still; no one was there to wind it up, and it couldn't sing without that; but Death kept on looking at the Emperor with his great hollow eyes, and all was so still, so terribly still.
“音樂！音樂！”皇帝叫喊起來。“你這只可愛的小金鳥兒，唱啊，唱啊！我曾送給你金子和貴重的禮品，我曾經(jīng)親自把我的金拖鞋掛在你的脖頸上——現(xiàn)在請唱呀，唱呀！”可是這只鳥兒站著動也不動一下，因?yàn)闆]人給它上發(fā)條，而它不上好發(fā)條就唱不出歌來。不過死神繼續(xù)用他空洞的大眼睛盯著這位皇帝。四周一片靜寂，可怕的靜寂。
Just then the loveliest song sounded close by the window. It was the little live Nightingale that sat outside on a spray. It had heard of the Emperor's danger and had come to sing to him of comfort and hope.
正在這時(shí)，窗子那兒最美妙的歌聲響起來了，這就是那只活生生的小夜鶯。它站在外面的一根樹枝上。它聽說了皇帝的危險(xiǎn)境況，為了給皇帝帶來安慰和希望，它到這里唱歌。
