《论死亡》ONDEATH【英】济慈

Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream,

And scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by?

The transient pleasures as a vision seem,

And yet we think the greatest pain's to die.

How strange it is that man on earth should roam,

And lead a life of woe, but not forsake

His rugged path; nor dare he view alone

His future doom which is but to awake.

假如生只不过是一场梦，那死可是安眠？

极乐的场景可是幻如泡影？

片刻的欢愉也是惊鸿，

可我们对死却是至深悲痛。

多么奇怪，人与这红尘之中历经一番，

熬过了一生的苦厄，可还不愿放开

这一路的崎岖坎坷，也不敢仅期望

这未来的命运，只不过是醒来。