To My Mother
Edgar Allan Poe
致我的母亲
Because I feel that, in the Heavens above,
The angels, whispering to one another,
Can find, among their burning terms of love,
None so devotional as that of “Mother,”
Therefore by that dear name I long have called you–
因为我感到——
天堂之上天使们彼此耳语
在他们炽热的爱的语句中寻求
也难以找出一个
如“母亲”一般虔诚的词汇
因此长久以来
我以这个亲爱的名称呼唤你
You who are more than mother unto me,
And fill my heart of hearts,
where Death installed you
In setting my Virginia’s spirit free.
你于我而言不仅仅只是母亲
我的心因你而充满勇气
此处死神将你安放
我的弗吉尼亚的灵魂得以释放
My mother –
my own mother, who died early,
Was but the mother of myself; but you
Are mother to the one I loved so dearly,
And thus are dearer than the mother I knew
By that infinity with which my wife
Was dearer to my soul than its soul-life.
我的母亲——生养我的母亲早逝
她仅仅是我个人的母亲
而你是我挚爱之人的母亲
远比我的母亲更为可贵
因为这无限的珍贵
使得我的妻子比我的灵魂更加重要
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Because I feel that, in the Heavens above,
The angels, whispering to one another,
Can find, among their burning terms of love,
None so devotional as that of “Mother,”
Therefore by that dear name I long have called you–
因为我感到,天堂之上
天使们彼此窃窃私语
在爱的炽热词汇里找不到
一个词比“母亲”更虔诚
因此,我早就那样呼唤你