John Donne诗歌:死神,你莫骄傲
死神，你莫骄傲
by John Donne
约翰.多恩
Death be not proud, though some have called thee
死神，你莫骄傲，尽管有人说你
Mighty and dreadful, for, thou art not so,
如何强大，如何可怕，你并不是这样;
For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,
你以为你把谁谁谁****了，其实，
Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me;
可怜的死神，他们没死;你现在也还杀不死我。
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
休息、睡眠，这些不过是你的写照，
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
既能给人享受，那你本人提供的一定更多;
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
我们最美好的人随你去得越早，
Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery.
越能早日获得身体的休息，灵魂的解脱。
Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
你是命运、机会、君主、亡命徒的奴隶，