“我，只有我，必须疲惫地流浪”

On Easter Day By Oscar Wilde.

The silver trumpets rang across the Dome:

银色的号角吹响，越过了教堂的穹顶：

The people knelt upon the ground with awe:

人民心怀敬畏跪拜在大地上：

And borne upon the necks of men I saw,

透过颈项之间的缝隙，我看见，

Like some great God, the Holy Lord of Rome.

罗马神圣的教皇，像一尊伟大的天神。

Priest-like, he wore a robe more white than foam,

教士的打扮，穿一袭比浪花更白的长袍，

And king-like, swathed himself in royal red,

披着王室的红绶带，更像一名国王，

Three crowns of gold rose high upon his head:

他的头上高耸一顶金色的三重冠：

In splendor and in light the Pope passed home.

教皇走回自己的住所，显赫而光鲜。

My heart stole back across wide wastes of years,

我的心偷偷地潜回那荒废的大片岁月，

To one who wandered by a lonely sea,

面对在孤独的大海边徘徊的人，

And sought in vain for any place of rest:

他在徒然地寻找一处安身的场所：

Foxes have holes, and every bird its nest

“狐狸有洞穴，小鸟也巢窝，

I, only I, must wander wearily,

我，只有我，必须疲惫地流浪，

And bruise my feet, and drink wine salt with tears.

我的脚跟有淤青，啜饮泪水泡制的苦酒。”