The World Is Too Much with Us
我们太沉迷于这俗世
William Wordsworth · 威廉·华兹华斯
The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
It moves us not.—Great God! I'd rather be
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathèd horn.
我们太沉迷于这俗世；早早晚晚，
在索取与挥霍里，我们耗尽了心力；
大自然里几乎看不见属于我们的东西；
我们把心都交给了金钱，多么可悲的交易！
这片海向月亮袒露她的胸怀；
那些风不分昼夜地呼啸，
此刻却像沉睡的花朵聚拢；
对这海，对这一切，我们已格格不入；
它们感动不了我们。——伟大的上帝！我宁愿
做一个被古老信条哺育的异教徒；
那样，站在这片宜人的草地上，
我或许能看见什么，让我不那么孤独；
看见普洛透斯自海中升起，
或听见老特里同吹响他螺旋的号角。
华兹华斯感叹现代人沉溺于「取得与花费」，与自然、与海月风都失了共鸣。