W. B. Yeats - What Was Lost 汉译

I sing what was lost and dread what was won,

I walk in a battle fought over again,

My king a lost king, and lost soldiers my men;

Feet to the Rising and Setting may run

They always beat on the same small stone.

失去的东西

威廉·巴特勒·叶芝

我歌唱失去的东西，惧怕赢得的东西，

我漫步在一场重打一遍的战役中，

我的王是失去的王，我的人是失去的战士；

双脚也许会向那升起和降落飞奔，

它们永远踩踏着那同一块小石子。