《鲁拜集》19

19

I sometimes think that never blows so red

The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled;

That every Hyacinth the Garden wears

Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head.

我时曾想：

永远别在凯撒埋骨地

开出如此血红的玫瑰；

花园中遍开的每朵风信子

也是从昔年倾国佳人的裙裾上

飘落而下的吧。