I Heard Music At Midnight
深夜里听到乐声
By Lin Huiyin
诗/林徽因
这一定又是你的手指,
轻弹着,
在这深夜,稠密的悲思;
It must be your fingers again,
plucking slightly such a deep sorrow,
at such a deep night;
我不禁颊边泛上了红,
静听着,
这深夜里弦子的生动。
I can't help flushing on my cheeks,
and listening silently,
to the passion of your harp at night.
一声听从我心底穿过,
忒凄凉
我懂得,但我怎能应和?
A tune is passing through my heart,
so lonely
I can understand, but how can I deal?
生命早描定她的式样,
太薄弱
是人们的美丽的想象。
Life has depicted her life style for long,
too vulnerable
just a beautiful illusion of people.
除非在梦里有这么一天,
你和我
同来攀动那根希望的弦。
选自《新月诗选》(1931年9月)
Unless one day in a dream,
You and I
come together to pluck the chord of hope.
From 'Selection of New Moon Poems' (September 1931)