Mutability
无常
Percy Bysshe Shelley
珀西•比西•雪莱作 查良铮译
The flower that smiles to-dayTo-morrow dies;All that we wish to stayTempts and then flies.What is this world’s delight?Lightning that mocks the night,Brief even as bright.
今天还微笑的花朵明天就会枯萎；我们愿留贮的一切诱一诱人就飞。什么是这世上的欢乐？它是嘲笑黑夜的闪电，虽明亮，却短暂。
Virtue, how frail it is!Friendship how rare!Love, how it sells poor blissFor proud despair!But we, though soon they fall,Survive their joy, and allWhich ours we call.
唉，美德！它多么脆弱！友情多不易看见！爱情售卖可怜的幸福，你得拿绝望交换！但我们仍旧得活下去，尽管失去了这些喜悦，以及“我们的”一切。
Whilst skies are blue and bright,Whilst flowers are gay,Whilst eyes that change ere nightMake glad the day;Whilst yet the calm hours creep,Dream thou–and from thy sleepThen wake to weep.
趁天空还明媚，蔚蓝，趁着花朵鲜艳，趁眼睛看来一切美好，还没临到夜晚；呵，趁现在时流还平静，作你的梦吧——且憩息，等醒来再哭泣。