別丟掉

　　林徽因

　　別丟掉

　　這一把過(guò)往的熱情，

　　現(xiàn)在流水似的，

　　輕輕

　　在幽冷的山泉底，

　　在黑夜 在松林，

　　嘆息似的渺茫，

　　你仍要保存著那真!

　　一樣是月明，

　　一樣是隔山燈火，

　　滿(mǎn)天的星

　　只使人不見(jiàn)，

　　夢(mèng)似的掛起，

　　你向黑夜要回

　　那一句話——你仍得相信

　　山谷中留著

　　有那回音!

　　二十一年夏

　　Don’t Cast Away

　　Lin Huiyin

　　Don’t cast away

　　This handful passion of a bygone day,

　　Which flows like running water soft and light

　　Beneath the cool and tranquil fountain,

　　At dead of night,

　　In pine-clad mountain,

　　As vague as sighs, but you

　　Should e’er be true.

　　The moon is still so bright;

　　Beyond the hills the lamps shed the same light,

　　The sky besprinkled with star upon star,

　　But I do not know where you are.

　　It seems

　　You hang above like dreams.

　　You ask the dark night to give back your word,

　　But its echo is heard

　　And buried though unseen

　　Deep, deep in the ravine.

　　(許淵沖 譯)

　　Do Not Throw Away

　　Lin Huiyin

　　Do not throw away

　　That scoop of passion from the past.

　　Even though passion flows softly like water

　　At the bottom of a cool mountain spring

　　In a pine grove on a dark night

　　And sighs an elusive sigh,

　　You must still preserve that truth.

　　The moon is still bright;

　　The lights below the hills are still on;

　　The sky is still full of stars

　　Hanging like dreams.

　　You ask the night for

　　Those words back – you must still believe

　　Their echoes

　　In the valley.

　　Summer 1932

　　(Michelle Yeh 譯)

　　Don’t Discard This

　　Phyllis Lin

　　Don’t discard

　　This hold of passing passion,

　　Now flowing like water,

　　A light motion,

　　At the bottom of the cool spring,

　　At night, in the pine wood,

　　A vagueness like a sigh,

　　You’d still keep that truth crude!

　　The same moon bright,

　　The same lamplight beyond the hill,

　　Stars all over the sky,

　　Only out of your sight,

　　Hung like a dream,

　　You will have back from the night

　　That expression: You should believe

　　There lingers in the vale

　　The echo trail!

　　(趙彥春 譯)

　　Ne’er Forget

　　Lin Huiyin

　　Ne’er forget

　　the wisp of passion of yore,

　　which’s flowing like a stream,

　　soft ’n sore,

　　under the cold vale spring,

　　on dark nights, in pine wood,

　　sighing glimpse of hope slim,

　　but you should still keep true for good!

　　The moon remains bright;

　　o’er hills shines the same lamp light.

　　Stars light the sky,

　　but you can’t be seen,

　　hanging like a dream.

　　You ask the dark night for

　　the words for aye –

　　You should believe still:

　　remains in the vale

　　that echo trail!

　　(許景城 譯)