Often I think of the beautiful town

那美丽古城常叫我怀想，

That is seated by the sea;

它就坐落在大海边上；

Often in thought go up and down

多少次，我恍惚神游于故乡，

The pleasant streets of that dear old town,

在那些可爱街衢上来往，

And my youth comes back to me.

俨然又回到年少的时光。

And a verse of a Lapland song

一首拉普兰民歌的诗句

Is haunting my memory still:

一直在我记忆里回荡：

"A boy's will is the wind's will,

“孩子的愿望是风的愿望，

And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."

青春的遐想是悠长的遐想。”

I can see the shadowy lines of its trees,

我望见葱茏的树木成行，

And catch, in sudden gleams,

从忽隐忽现的闪闪波光

The sheen of the far-surrounding seas,

瞥见了远处环抱的海洋；

And islands that were the Hersperides

那些岛，就像是极西仙境，

Of all my boyish dreams.

小时候惹动我多少梦想！

And the burden of that old song,

那首古老民歌的叠句

It murmurs and whispers still:

依旧在耳边喃喃低唱：

"A boy's will is the wind's will,

“孩子的愿望是风的愿望，

And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."

青春的遐想是悠长的遐想。”

I remember the black wharves and the slips,

我记得污黑的码头和船台，

And the sea-tides tossing free;

海上恣意奔腾的潮汐；

And Spanish sailors with bearded lips,

满嘴胡须的西班牙水手，

And the beauty and mystery of the ships,

一艘艘船舶的壮丽神奇，

And the magic of the sea.

茫茫大海诱人的魔力。

And the voice of that wayward song

那萦回不去的执拗歌声

Is singing and saying still:

仍然在那里又唱又讲：

"A boy's will is the wind's will,

“孩子的愿望是风的愿望，

And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."

青春的遐想是悠长的遐想。”

I remember the bulwarks by the shore,

我记得岸上的防御工事，

And the fort upon the hill;

记得山头耸立的碉楼；

The sunrise gun, with its hollow roar,

日出时，大炮隆隆怒吼，

The drum-beat repeated o'er and o'er,

鼙鼓一阵阵擂响不休，

And the bugle wild and shrill.

号角激昂锐厉地吹奏。

And the music of that old song

那首民歌的悠扬曲调

Throbs in my memory still:

依然波动在我的心头：

"A boy's will is the wind's will,

“孩子的愿望是风的愿望，

And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."

青春的遐想是悠长的遐想。”

I remember the sea-fight far away,

我记得那次远处的海战，

How it thundered o'er the tide!

炮声在滚滚浪潮上震荡；

And the dead captains, as they lay

两位船长，在墓中安躺，

In their graves, o'erlooking the tranquil bay

俯临着寂寥宁静的海湾——

Where they in battle died.

那就是他们战死的沙场。

And the sound of that mournful song

那哀怨的歌声往复回翔，

Goes through me with a thrill:

颤栗的音波流过我心房：

"A boy's will is the wind's will,

孩子的愿望是风的愿望，

And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."

青春的遐想是悠长的遐想。”

I can see the breezy dome of groves,

我看见微风里林木亭亭，

The shadows of Deering's Woods;

荻岭森林洒布着阴影；

And the friendships old and the early loves

旧日的友谊，早年的恋情，

Come back with a Sabbath sound, as of doves

以安恬音调回到我心里，

In quiet neighborhoods.

宛如幽静邻里的鸽鸣。

And the verse of that sweet old song,

那古老民歌的甜美诗句

It flutters and murmurs still:

依稀在低语，在飘荡不停：

"A boy's will is the wind's will,

“孩子的愿望是风的愿望，

And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."

青春的遐想是悠长的遐想。”

I remember the gleams and glooms that dart

我记得喜与忧，亮光和暗影，

Across the school-boy's brain;

不时掠过我童稚的心灵；

The song and the silence in the heart,

心底蕴藏的歌声和静默

That in part are prophecies, and in part

有几分是预言，也还有几分

Are longings wild and vain.

是狂热而又虚幻的憧憬。

And the voice of that fitful song

听呵，那起伏不定的歌声

Sings on, and is never still:

还在唱着，总也不平静：

"A boy's will is the wind's will,

“孩子的愿望是风的愿望，

And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."

青春的遐想是悠长的遐想。”

There are things of which I may not speak;

有一些梦境永不会泯灭；

There are dreams that cannot die;

有一些情景我不能倾诉；

There are thoughts that make the strong heart weak,

有一些愁思，使心弱神枯，

And bring a pallor into the cheek,

使双颊失色，苍白凄楚，

And a mist before the eye.

使两眼模糊，蒙上潮雾。

And the words of that fatal song

那句不祥的歌词好像

Come over me like a chill:

一个寒战落到我身上：

"A boy's will is the wind's will,

“孩子的愿望是风的愿望，

And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."

青春的遐想是悠长的遐想。”

Strange to me now are the forms I meet

当我重临这亲爱的古城，

When I visit the dear old town;

眼中的景象已这般陌生；

But the native air is pure and sweet,

但故乡的空气甘美而纯净，

And the trees that o'ershadow each well-known street,

熟识的街衢洒满了树影，

As they balance up and down,

树枝上下摆动个不停，

Are singing the beautiful song,

都在唱着那动人的歌声，

Are sighing and whispering still:

在低声细诉，在曼声吟咏：

"A boy's will is the wind's will,

“孩子的愿望是风的愿望，

And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."

青春的遐想是悠长的遐想。”

And Deering's Woods are fresh and fair,

怀着近似痛苦的欢欣，

And with joy that is almost pain

我的心魂向故国飞奔；

My heart goes back to wander there,

荻岭森林秀丽而鲜润；

And among the dreams of the days that were,

从一一重温的缤纷旧梦里，

I find my lost youth again.

我又觅回了逝去的青春。

And the strange and beautiful song,

树丛还在反复地吟唱

The groves are repeating it still:

那奇异而又美妙的诗行：

"A boy's will is the wind's will,

“孩子的愿望是风的愿望，

And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."

青春的遐想是悠长的遐想。”