W. B. Yeats - The Municipal Gallery Re-visited (VII) 汉译

And here’s John Synge himself, that rooted man

“Forgetting human words,” a grave deep face.

You that would judge me, do not judge alone

This book or that, come to this hallowed place

Where my friends’ portraits hang and look thereon;

Ireland’s history in their lineaments trace;

Think where man’s glory most begins and ends,

And say my glory was I had such friends.

重访市立美术馆 （七）

威廉·巴特勒·叶芝

这里是约翰•辛格，那“忘记人类语言”，

有根柢的人，一张严肃深沉的脸。

要评判我的人们，你们不要仅仅评判50

这本书或那本书，请到这悬挂着

我的朋友们的肖像的空旷地方来看看；

在他们形象的轮廓线中追寻爱尔兰的历史；

在人的光荣大抵始终之处思索；

说我的光荣就是我有过这样的朋友。