The More Loving One (by W.H. Auden) ^(试发表)

The More Loving One Looking up at the stars, I know quite well That, for all they care, I can go to hell, But on earth indifference is the least We have to dread from man or beast. How should we like it were stars to burn With a passion for us we could not return? If equal affection cannot be, Let the more loving one be me. Admirer as I think I am Of stars that do not give a damn, I cannot, now I see them, say I missed one terribly all day. Were all stars to disappear or die, I should learn to look at an empty sky And feel its total dark sublime, Though this might take me a little time. by W.H. Auden 爱得更多的一个 仰望这些星辰，我知道得非常清晰 为了所有它们挂念的，我能下到地狱， 但在至少可说是冷漠的地球。 我们不得不惧怕人，或是野兽。 我们如何像那群星燃烧 带着为我们的激情我们所无以回报？ 情义相称如若 不能，让我做那爱得更多的一个。 正如我所想，我是那些 压根不在乎的星辰的仰慕者。 我不能，现在看着它们， 说我整天疯狂地想念一个人。 如果全部星辰都消失，或死去， 我应学会去看一个空无的天际 感知它全然黑暗的庄严， 哪怕这会需要我花一点时间。 作者 / [美国] W.H.奥登 翻译 / 照朗