第47章 荷馬墓上的一朵玫瑰 A Rose from Homer’s Grave(第2/3 頁)

I, a rose from the grave of homer, am too lofty to bloom for a nightingale.”

然後夜鶯就一直唱啊唱，直至死去。

then the nightingale sung himself to death.

一個趕駱駝的人路過，帶著他滿載的駱駝和黑奴；他的小兒子發現了這隻死去的鳥，把這隻可愛的歌手埋葬在了偉大的荷馬的墓裡，而玫瑰則在風中顫抖著。

A camel-driver came by, with his loaded camels and his black slaves; his little son found the dead bird, and buried the lovely songster in the grave of the great homer, while the rose trembled in the wind.

夜晚來臨，玫瑰把花瓣裹得更緊了，然後進入了夢鄉：這就是她的夢。

the evening came, and the rose wrapped her leaves more closely round her, and dreamed: and this was her dream.

那是個陽光明媚的好天氣；一群陌生人走近了，他們是來荷馬墓朝聖的。

It was a fair sunshiny day; a crowd of strangers drew near who had undertaken a pilgrimage to the grave of homer.

在這些陌生人當中，有一位來自北方的吟遊詩人，那是雲朵和絢麗的北極光的故鄉。

Among the strangers was a minstrel from the north, the home of the clouds and the brilliant lights of the aurora borealis.

他摘下了這朵玫瑰，把它夾在一本書裡，然後帶著它去了世界上一個遙遠的地方，他的祖國。

he plucked the rose and placed it in a book, and carried it away into a distant part of the world, his fatherland.

玫瑰因悲傷而枯萎了，夾在他在自己家裡翻開的那本書的書頁之間，他說道：“這裡有一朵來自荷馬墓上的玫瑰。”

the rose faded with grief, and lay between the leaves of the book, which he opened in his own home, saying, “here is a rose from the grave of homer.”

然後這朵花從夢中醒來，在風中顫抖著。

then the flower awoke from her dream, and trembled in the wind.

一滴露珠從花瓣上落到了歌手的墓上。

A drop of dew fell from the leaves upon the si