the more loving one
w.h.auden
looking up at the stars, i know quite well,
仰望群星的时分，我一清二楚，
that, for all they care, i can go to hell,
尽管它们关怀备至，我亦有可能赴地府，
but on earth indifference is the least,
可是尘世间我们丝毫不必畏惧,
we have to dread from man or beast .
人类或禽兽的那份冷漠。
how should we like it were stars to burn ,
倘若群星燃烧着关怀我们的激情，
with a passion for us we could not return ？
我们却无法回报，我们作何感想？
if equal affection cannot be ,
倘若无法产生同样的感情，
let the more loving one be me.
让我成为更有爱心的人。
admirer as i think i am,
尽管我自视为群星的崇拜者，
of stars that do not give a damn,
它们满不在乎，
i cannot, now i see them, say
现在我看群星，我却难以启齿，
i missed one terribly all day .
说我成天思念一颗星星。
were all stars to disappear or die,
倘若所有的星星消失或者消亡，
i should learn to look at an empty sky,
我应该学会仰望空荡的天空，
and feel its total dark sublime,
同时感受天空一片漆黑的崇高，
though this might take me a little time.
虽然这样可能要花费一点时间。