春紫苑

She is as in a field a silken tent
At midday when the sunny summer breeze
Has dried the dew and all its ropes relent,
So that in guys it gently sways at ease,
And its supporting central cedar pole,
That is its pinnacle to heavenward
And signifies the sureness of the soul,
Seems to owe naught to any single cord,
But strictly held by none, is loosely bound
By countless silken ties of love and thought
To everything on earth the compass round,
And only by one's going slightly taut
In the capriciousness of summer air
Is of the slightest bondage made aware.

只是泛泛受制于那千丝万缕

对周围一切事物的爱与思虑

可是并不被它们牢牢束缚

只有当其中的一根稍稍紧起

在那变幻不定的夏日的空气里

它才意识到最最轻微的约束