Nightingales warbled without,
...Within was weeping for thee:
Shadows of three dead men
...Walk"d in the walks with me:
...Shadows of three dead men, and thou wast one of the three.
Nightingales sang in the woods:
...The Master was far away:
Nightingales warbled and sang
...Of a passion that lasts but a day;
...Still in the house in his coffin the Prince of courtesy lay.
Two dead men have I known
In courtesy like to thee:
Two dead men have I loved
...With a love that ever will be:
...Three dead men have I loved, and thou art last of the three.
وعده کردم که به تو سرنزنم
بـرسم تـا دم در ، در نزنم
قول دادم به غزلهای خودم
زل به چشمـــان تو دیگر نزنم
مطمئن بـــاش خیــالت راحــت
گـلــه ای از تــــو به دفتر نزنم
این چه رسمی است که باید یک عمر
حـرف خـود را بـه تـو آخـر نـزنـم
بــرو ای عـشـق بـرو تـا ایـنـکـه
روی دسـتـان تـو پـرپـر نـزنـم
It was not like your great and gracious ways!
Do you, that have naught other to lament,
Never, my Love, repent
Of how, that July afternoon,
You went,
With sudden, unintelligible phrase,
And frighten"d eye,
Upon your journey of so many days
Without a single kiss, or a good-bye?
I knew, indeed, that you were parting soon;
And so we sate, within the low sun"s rays,
You whispering to me, for your voice was weak,
Your harrowing praise.
گفتی که مرا دوست نداری گله‌ای نیست
بین من و عشق تو ولی فاصله‌ای نیست
گفتم که کمی صبر کن و گوش به من کن
گفتی که نه، باید بروم حوصله‌ای نیست
پرواز عجب عادت خوبیست ولی حیف
تو رفتی و دیگر اثر از چلچله‌ای نیست
گفتی که کمی فکر خودم باشم و آن وقت
جز عشق تو در خاطر من مشغله‌ای نیست
رفتی تو خدا پشت و پناهت به سلامت
بگذار بسوزد دل من مساله‌ای نیست
Tough to gauge which moves
Quicker: clouds, or our blue planet
As it rounds on the next instant.
The velocity I experienced
Seated on a park bench was
Scarcely enough even to ruffle
My windbreaker. Dropouts
Were kicking Hacky Sack in
Front of General Pulaski"s
Plaque at lunchtime (though
"Dropout" might be dead
Coinage), if they were really
Dropouts at all, and not just
Idle rich kids who"d swapped
Clothes in a Goodwill box. That
Would be unacceptable. My
Poured out of the
Modification
From
Hair. Something was hooked
In her eyebrow, something feathery,
Suspicious, like a fishing lure.
I was alone and needed a plan.
