伊人倩影
She Walks in Beauty
罗德 拜伦
by George Gordon Byron
伊人倩影移幽步，
She walks in beauty, like the night
此夜云消星尽出。
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
总觉日夜绝美色，
And all that's best of dark and bright
尽归伊人眉宇间。
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
抿侬光华天亦醉，
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
岂容炽日来争辉。
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
增丝少毫皆失色，
One shade the more, one ray the less,
总损伊人奇资颜。
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
绺绺青丝落如瀑，
Which waves in every raven tress,
柔柔红靥幻似酥。
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
幽幽如蜜滋情愫，
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
欲诉此间多淳濡。
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
娇息拂面柳眉舒，
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
难尽幽柔语中意。
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
一笑倾城艳倾国，
The smiles that win. the tints that glow,
日日书伊美德馥。
But tell of days in goodness spent,
花颜不掩闲庭质，
A mind at peace with all below,
爱慕无邪闺心淑。
A heart whose love is innocent!