第47章 荷马墓上的一朵玫瑰 A Rose from Homer’s Grave (第2/3页)

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

然后夜莺就一直唱啊唱，直至死去。

then the nightingale sung himself to death.

一个赶骆驼的人路过，带着他满载的骆驼和黑奴；他的小儿子发现了这只死去的鸟，把这只可爱的歌手埋葬在了伟大的荷马的墓里，而玫瑰则在风中颤抖着。

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.

夜晚来临，玫瑰把花瓣裹得更紧了，然后进入了梦乡：这就是她的梦。

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

那是个阳光明媚的好天气；一群陌生人走近了，他们是来荷马墓朝圣的。

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

在这些陌生人当中，有一位来自北方的吟游诗人，那是云朵和绚丽的北极光的故乡。

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

他摘下了这朵玫瑰，把它夹在一本书里，然后带着它去了世界上一个遥远的地方，他的祖国。

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

玫瑰因悲伤而枯萎了，夹在他在自己家里翻开的那本书的书页之间，他说道：“这里有一朵来自荷马墓上的玫瑰。”

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.”

然后这朵花从梦中醒来，在风中颤抖着。

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

一滴露珠从花瓣上落到了歌手的墓上。

A drop of dew fell from the leaves upon the si