W. B. Yeats - The Old Stone Cross 汉译

A statesman is an easy man,

He tells his lies by rote;

A journalist makes up his lies

And takes you by the throat;

So stay at home and drink your beer

And let the neighbours vote,

  Said the man in the golden breastplate

  Under the old stone Cross.

Because this age and the next age

Engender in the ditch,

No man can know a happy man

From any passing wretch;

If Folly link with Elegance

No man knows which is which,

  Said the man in the golden breastplate

  Under the old stone Cross.

But actors lacking music

Do most excite my spleen,

They say it is more human

To shuffle, grunt and groan,

Not knowing what unearthly stuff

Rounds a mighty scene,

  Said the man in the golden breastplate

  Under the old stone Cross.