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你就这样地来吧；不要在梳妆上挨延了。
即使你的辫发松散，即使你的发缝没有分直，即使你衷衣的丝带没有系好，都不要管它。
你就这样地来吧；不要在梳妆上挨延了。
来吧，用快步踏过草坪。
即使露水沾掉了你脚上的红粉，即使你踝上的铃串褪松，即使你链上的珠儿脱落，都不要管它。
来吧，用快步踏过草坪吧。
你没看见云雾遮住天空吗？
鹤群从远远的河岸飞起，狂风吹过常青的灌木。
惊牛奔向村里的栅棚。
你没看见云雾遮住天空吗？
你徒然点上晚妆的灯火——它颤摇着在风中熄灭了。
谁能看出你眼睫上没有涂上乌烟？因为你的眼睛比雨云还黑。
你徒然点上晚妆的灯火——它熄灭了。
你就这样地来吧；不要在梳妆上挨延了。
即使花环没有穿好，谁管它呢；即使手镯没有扣上，让它去吧。
天空被阴云塞满了——时间已晚。
你就这样地来吧；不要在梳妆上挨延了。
Come as you are; do not loiter over your toilet.
If your braided hair has loosened, if the parting of your hair be not straight, if the ribbons of your bodice be not fastened, do not mind.
Come as you are; do not loiter over your toilet.
Come, with quick steps over the grass.
If the raddle come from your feet because of the dew, if the rings of bells upon your feet slacken, if pearls drop out of your chain, do not mind.
Come, with quick steps over the grass.
Do you see the clouds wrapping the sky?
Flocks of cranes fly up from the further river-bank and fitful gusts of wind rush over the heath.
The anxious cattle run to their stalls in the village.
Do you see the clouds wrapping the sky?
In vain you light your toilet lamp—it flickers and goes out in the wind.
Who can know that your eyelids have not been touched with lampblack? For your eyes are darker than rain-clouds.
In vain you light your toilet lamp—it goes out.
Come as you are; do not loiter over your toilet.
If the wreath is not woven, who cares; if the wrist-chain has not been linked, let it be.
The sky is overcast with clouds—it is late.
Come as you are; do not loiter over your toilet.
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若是你要忙着把水瓶灌满，来吧，到我的湖上来吧。
湖水将回绕在你的脚边，潺潺地说出它的秘密。
沙滩上有了欲来的雨云的阴影，云雾低垂在丛树的绿线上，像你眉上的浓发。
我深深地熟悉你脚步的韵律，它在我心中敲击。
来吧，到我的湖上来吧，如果你必须把水瓶灌满。
如果你想懒散闲坐，让你的水瓶飘浮在水面，来吧，到我的湖上来吧。
草坡碧绿，野花多得数不清。
你的思想将从你乌黑的眼眸中飞出，像鸟儿飞出窝巢。
你的披纱将褪落到脚上。
来吧，如果你要闲坐，到我的湖上来吧。
如果你想撇下嬉游跳进水里，来吧，到我的湖上来吧。
把你的蔚蓝的丝巾留在岸上；蔚蓝的水将没过你，盖住你。
水波将蹑足来吻你的颈项，在你耳边低语。
来吧，如果你想跳进水里，到我的湖上来吧。
如果你想发狂而投入死亡，来吧，到我的湖上来吧。
它是清凉的，深到无底。
它沉黑得像无梦的睡眠。
在它的深处黑夜就是白天，歌曲就是静默。
来吧，如果你想投入死亡，到我的湖上来吧。
If you would be busy and fill your pitcher, come, O come to my lake.
The water will cling round your feet and babble its secret.
The shadow of the coming rain is on the sands, and the clouds hang low upon the blue lines of the trees like the heavy hair above your eyebrows.
I know well the rhythm of your steps, they are beating in my heart.
Come, O come to my lake, if you must fill your pitcher.
If you would be idle and sit listless and let your pitcher float on the water, come, O come to my lake.
The grassy slope is green, and the wild flowers beyond number.
Your thoughts will stray out of your dark eyes like birds from their nests.
Your veil will drop to your feet.
Come, O come to my lake if you must sit idle.
If you would leave off your play and dive in the water, come, O come to my lake.
Let your blue mantle lie on the shore; the blue water will cover you and hide you.
The waves will stand a-tiptoe to kiss your neck and whisper in your ears.
Come, O come to my lake, if you would dive in the water.
If you must be mad and leap to your death, come, O come to my lake.
It is cool and fathomlessly deep.
It is dark like a sleep that is dreamless.
There in its depths nights and days are one, and songs are silence.
Come, O come to my lake, if you would plunge to your death.