TERROR
F.S.Flint
Eyes are tired;
the lamp burns,
and in its circle of light
papers and books lie
where chance and life
have placed them.
Silence sings all around me;
my head is bound with a band;
outside in the street a few footsteps;
a clock strikes the hour.
I gaze, and my eyes close,
slowly:
I doze; but the moment before sleep,
a voice calls my name
in my ear,
and the shock jolts my heart:
but when I open my eyes,
and look, first left, and then right ...
no one is there.
吃惊
郭沫若 译
眼睛疲倦了，
洋灯点着，
在那光圈里面
纸张和书本瘫着
在偶然放置处，
任意狼藉着。
无声在我周围唱歌；
我的头缠着带子；
外边街道上有些脚步声；
钟在报道时辰。
我凝视，眼又闭着
慢慢地；
我打瞌睡；但快入睡时分，
有声音叫我的名字，
进了我的耳，
我吃了一惊：
但当我睁开两眼，
我先左顾而后右盼……
没有一个人。