My Soul is Dark我的心灵是阴沉的

My soul is dark － Oh！ quickly string!The harp I yet can brook to hear；And let thy gentle fingers flingIts melting murmurs o‘er mine ear.If in this heart a hope be dear，That sound shall charm it forth again：If in these eyes there lurk a tear，Twill flow， and cease to burn my brain.But bid the strain be wild and deep，Nor let thy notes of joy be first：I tell thee， minstrel， I must weep，Or else this heavy heart will burst；For it hath been by sorrow nursed，And ached in sleepless silence， long；And now ‘tis doomed to know the worst，And break at once － or yield to song.

我的心靈是陰沉的——噢，快一點！彈起那我還能忍着聽的豎琴，那纏綿的聲音撩人心弦，讓你溫柔的指頭彈給我聽。假如這顆心還把希望藏住，這樂音會使它癡迷得訴出衷情：假如這眼睛裏還隐蓄着淚珠，它會流出來，不再把我的頭灼痛。但求你的樂聲粗犷而真摯，也不要先彈出你歡樂的音階，告訴你，歌手呵，我必須哭泣，不然，這沉重的心就要爆裂；因爲它曾經爲憂傷所哺育，又在失眠的靜寂裏痛得久長；如今它就要受到最痛的一擊，使它立刻碎裂——或者皈依歌唱。