W. B. Yeats - Owen Aherne and his Dancers (II ) 汉译

The Heart behind its rib laughed out. 'You have called me mad,' it said,

'Because I made you turn away and run from that young child;

How could she mate with fifty years that was so wildly bred?

Let the cage bird and the cage bird mate and the wild bird mate in the

    wild.'

'You but imagine lies all day, O murderer,' I replied.

'And all those lies have but one end, poor wretches to betray;

I did not find in any cage the woman at my side.

O but her heart would break to learn my thoughts are far away.'

'Speak all your mind,' my Heart sang out, 'speak all your mind; who

    cares,

Now that your tongue cannot persuade the child till she mistake

Her childish gratitude for love and match your fifty years?

O let her choose a young man now and all for his wild sake.'