《聽春鶯》 The Spring’s Oriole
Whoso is heart-broken dreads to hear the oriole in the Spring-tide.
The oriole’s voice moves men more readily to break their soul in sorrow.
Once radiant spring has come, already of itself it moves men to repine;
O Bird! Art thou then the more resolved with the Spring’s aid to crush my heart?
Men say the bird’s voice may give forgetfulness of sorrow. So I will even listen for a moment.
Think you that man can scarce compare with a bird; or cannot the birds vie with men?
See! He plumes himself on his speech-craft; aye, he speaks in wondrous wise;
Amid lovely scenes, he communes clearly with the spring.
Would that thou, O Bird, couldst in my stead speak a true saying, saying it to yon truant!
But I fear me that, though thou say a word of import and urgency, yet will he feign not to hear.
Would then that my soul could dream itself transfigured, and as a bird fly with thee in his quest!
When I find the truant, I will speak out frankly and hold him to reply.
Ah! Itruly desire is instant.
As I dream still I rest on my pillow.
But had not my dream’s cry awakened me, then as companion had I gone with thee.