A_Reflection_on_My_Eighty-sixth_Birthday.
哈代八十六岁诞日自述。
Well,World,you_have_kept_faith_with_me,
Kept_faith_with_me;
Upon_the_whole_you_have_proved_to_be
Much_as_you_said_you_were.
Since_as_a_child_I_used_to_lie
Upon_the_leaze_and_watch_the_sky,
Never,I_own,expected_I
That_life_would_all_be_fair.
好的,世界,你没有骗我,
你没有冤我,
你说怎么来是怎么来,
你的信用倒真是不坏
打我是个孩子我常躺
在青草地里对着天望,
说实话我从不曾希冀
人生有多么艳丽。
Twas_then_you_said,and_since_have_said,
Times_since_have_said,
In_that_mysterious_voice_you_shed
From_clouds_and_hills_around:
Many_have_loved_me_desperately,
Many_with_smooth_serenity,
While_some_have_shown_contempt_of_me
Till_they_ped_underground.
打头儿你说,你常在说,
你说了又说,
你在那云天里,山林间,
撒播你的神秘的语言:
“有多人爱我爱过了火,
有的态度始终是温和,
也有老没有把我瞧起,
到死还是那怪癖。”
“I_do_not_promise_overmuch,
Child;overmuch;
Just_neutral-tinted_haps_and_such,”
You_said_to_minds_like_mine.
Wise_warning_for_your_credit’s_sake!
Which_I_for_one_failed_not_to_take,
And_hence_could_stem_such_strain_and_ache
As_each_year_might_assign.
“我可从不曾过分应承。
孩子;从不过分;
做人红黑是这么回事,”
你要我明白你的意思。
正亏你把话说在头里,
我不踌躇的信定了你,
要不然每年来的烦恼。“)