Herry Wadsworth Longfellow
享利·沃兹渥斯·朗费罗
The tide rises, the tide falls,
The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;
Along the sea — sands damp and brown
The traveler hastens toward the town,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.
潮涨，潮落，
暮色渐浓，麻鹬鸣叫；
沿着潮湿灰褐色沙滩，
行路人匆匆往城里赶，
潮涨，潮落。
Darkness settles on roofs and walls,
But the sea, the sea in the darkness calls;
The little waves, with their soft, white hands,
Efface the footprints in the sands,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.
黑暗把屋顶墙壁笼罩，
但大海在黑暗中呼啸；
细浪白白的手，悄悄
把海滩上的脚印抹掉，
潮涨，潮落。
The morning breaks; the steeds in their stalls
Stamp and neigh, as the hostler calls;
The day returns, but never more
Returns the traveler to the shore,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.
破晓时分，厩中骏马
闻马夫唤，踏啼嘶鸣；
海岸边，白昼又来到，
但行人从此形去影消，
潮涨，潮落。