The Singer

Did you attend? He sang by grove ripe -

The bard of love, the singer of his morning.

When fields were silent by the early morning,

To sad and simple sounds of a pipe

Did you attend?

Did you behold in dark of forest leaf

The bard of love, the singer of his sadness?

The trace of tears, the smile, the utter paleness,

The quiet look, full of eternal grief,

Did you behold?

Then did you sigh when hearing how cries

The bard of love, the singer of his dole?

When in the woods you saw the young man, sole,

And met the look of his extinguished eyes,

Then did you sigh?

歌手

[俄]普希金

你们可曾听见树林后面那深夜的歌声？

那是一位爱情和哀伤的歌手在歌唱。

当清晨的田野一片寂静，

那忧郁、朴素的声音在鸣响，

你们可曾听见？

你们可曾在林中荒芜的黑暗中遇见他？

那是一位爱情与哀伤的歌手在歌唱。

你们可曾看到泪痕和微笑，

看到那满含忧愁的静静的目光？

你们可曾遇见？

你们可曾叹息，当听见那静静的歌声？

那是一位爱情和哀伤的歌手在歌唱。

当你们在林中看到这个青年，

遇见他那暗淡无神的目光，

你们可曾叹息？