隐秘的爱

                                     ——约翰·克利尔

I met her in the greenest dells,

where dewdrops pearl the wood bluebells;

the lost breeze kissed her bright blue eye,

the bee kissed and went singing by,

a sunbeam found a passage there,

a gold chain round her neck so fair;

as secret as the wild bee’s song,

she lay there all the summer long.

I hid my love in field and town,

till e’en the breeze would knock me down,

the bees seemed singing ballads o’er,

the fly’s bass turned a lion’s roar;

and even silence found a tongue,

to haunt me all the summer long;

the riddle nature could not prove,

was nothing else but secret love.

我们相逢在最葱郁的幽谷，

蓝铃花上的露水好似珍珠；

迷途的风亲过她湛蓝的明眸，

留下吻的蜜蜂歌唱着飞走，

一束阳光找到归宿，

成为她美颈上的金色项链；

隐秘如野蜂的歌声，

整个夏天她静居我心。

我把爱意藏遍原野和小镇，

直到微风都能将我吹倒；

蜜蜂似乎唱起小调，

飞虫的低吟也像狮吼；

连寂静都会说话，

困扰我整个夏天；

天地间唯独无法解释的谜团，

只有这隐秘的爱。