A Poet’s Lyre - In Gowan Ring

A Poet's Lyre - In Gowan Ring

Childhood made a Poet's Lyre
童年就是诗人的七弦竖琴
Hands embroidered in limbs of dark briar
双手被黑暗的荆棘刺破
Bent to the wind's plaintive whistling words
哀伤的风低语着
Scattering whispers in your nettled hood
在你的荨麻笼罩下
Would they fall to a weathered home
他们会饱经风霜吗
With branches of arms for a laden pillow
双臂渴望着枕头的支撑
And years wrought of withering laurels
此去经年 月桂树已风干
Blossoms now on the apple boughs
苹果树已开花
Stars are near to the shaded arbor
星辰靠近隐蔽的乔木
Once a hand could touch
曾经伸手可触
Wherefore the other will search
因为另一个人也会搜寻
Childhood made a Poet's Lyre
童年就是诗人的七弦竖琴
Heart enfolded in wings of black bird
心被黑鸟的翅膀拥抱
Could they fly on feathers borne
它们可以在羽毛的负荷下飞翔吗
When lips salute the Hazel's Horn
当嘴唇向Hazel的号角致敬
Or would they crawl through a weathered home
或许它们会爬过饱经风霜的家吗
Should lips encumber a mordant moan
嘴唇应该停止尖酸的抱怨吗
Bent to the wind's whistling word
屈服于哀伤之风的低语
What cloudy guest at this darkened hearth
愁容满面的客人在变黑的灶台边
What cloistered heart to hold the black earth
隐居的心该如何适应黑土
Once a hand could touch
曾经伸手可触
Wherefore the other will search
因为另一个人也会搜寻