My soul is dark—Oh! quickly string
我靈魂陰郁——快調好琴弦，
The harp I yet can brook to hear;
趁我還受得住聆聽樂曲；
And let thy gentle fingers fling
用輕柔手指向我耳邊
Its melting murmurs o'er mine ear.
彈弄出喁喁細訴的低語。
If in this heart a hope be dear,
只要這顆心還有所希圖，
That sound shall charm it forth again;
樂音會再度將它誘導；
If in these eyes there lurk a tear,
只要這雙眼還藏著淚珠，
'Twill flow, and cease to burn my brain.
會流出，不再把腦髓煎熬。
But bid the strain be wild and deep,
讓琴曲旋律深沉而激越，
Nor let thy notes of joy be first:
歡快的調門請暫且躲開；
I tell thee, minstrel, I must weep,
樂師呵，讓我哭泣吧，否則，
Or else this heavy heart will burst;
沉重的心呵，會爆成碎塊！
For it hath been by sorrow nursed,
它原是悲哀所哺育，后來
And ached in sleepless silence long;
長期在失眠中熬受痛楚；
And now 'tis doom'd to know the worst,
命運給了它最壞的安排：
And break at once—or yield to song.
碎裂，——要么，被歌聲收伏。
我靈魂陰郁——快調好琴弦，
The harp I yet can brook to hear;
趁我還受得住聆聽樂曲；
And let thy gentle fingers fling
用輕柔手指向我耳邊
Its melting murmurs o'er mine ear.
彈弄出喁喁細訴的低語。
If in this heart a hope be dear,
只要這顆心還有所希圖，
That sound shall charm it forth again;
樂音會再度將它誘導；
If in these eyes there lurk a tear,
只要這雙眼還藏著淚珠，
'Twill flow, and cease to burn my brain.
會流出，不再把腦髓煎熬。
But bid the strain be wild and deep,
讓琴曲旋律深沉而激越，
Nor let thy notes of joy be first:
歡快的調門請暫且躲開；
I tell thee, minstrel, I must weep,
樂師呵，讓我哭泣吧，否則，
Or else this heavy heart will burst;
沉重的心呵，會爆成碎塊！
For it hath been by sorrow nursed,
它原是悲哀所哺育，后來
And ached in sleepless silence long;
長期在失眠中熬受痛楚；
And now 'tis doom'd to know the worst,
命運給了它最壞的安排：
And break at once—or yield to song.
碎裂，——要么，被歌聲收伏。