诗歌欣赏： To A Mouse by：Robert Burns

诗歌欣赏： To A Mouse by：Robert Burns

　　作者：罗伯特·彭斯(Robert Burns，1759—1796年)，苏格兰农民诗人，在英国文学史上占有特殊重要的地位。他复活并丰富了苏格兰民歌，他的诗歌富有音乐性，可以歌唱。彭斯生于苏格兰民族面临被异族征服的时代，因此他的诗歌充满了激进的民主、自由的思想。诗人生活在破产的农村，和贫苦的农民血肉相连，他的诗歌歌颂了故国家乡的秀美，抒写了劳动者纯朴的友谊和爱情。

　　Robert Burns To A Mouse

　　英文诗歌To A Mouse, On Turning Her Up In Her Nest With The Plough

　　by Robert Burns

　　Wee, sleekit, cow'rin, tim'rous beastie,

　　O, what a panic's in thy breastie!

　　Thou need na start awa sae hasty,

　　Wi' bickering brattle!

　　I wad be laith to rin an' chase thee,

　　Wi' murd'ring pattle!

　　I'm truly sorry man's dominion,

　　Has broken nature's social union,

　　An' justifies that ill opinion,

　　Which makes thee startle

　　At me, thy poor, earth-born companion,

　　An' fellow-mortal!

　　I doubt na, whiles, but thou may thieve;

　　What then? poor beastie, thou maun live!

　　A daimen icker in a thrave

　　'S a sma' request;

　　I'll get a blessin wi' the lave,

　　An' never miss't!

　　Thy wee bit housie, too, in ruin!

　　It's silly wa's the win's are strewin!

　　An' naething, now, to big a new ane,

　　O' foggage green!

　　An' bleak December's winds ensuin,

　　Baith snell an' keen!

　　Thou saw the fields laid bare an' waste,

　　An' weary winter comin fast,

　　An' cozie here, beneath the blast,

　　Thou thought to dwell-

　　Till crash! the cruel coulter past

　　Out thro' thy cell.

　　That wee bit heap o' leaves an' stibble,

　　Has cost thee mony a weary nibble!

　　Now thou's turn'd out, for a' thy trouble,

　　But house or hald,

　　To thole the winter's sleety dribble,

　　An' cranreuch cauld!

　　But, Mousie, thou art no thy lane,

　　In proving foresight may be vain;

　　The best-laid schemes o' mice an 'men

　　Gang aft agley,

　　An'lea'e us nought but grief an' pain,

　　For promis'd joy!

　　Still thou art blest, compar'd wi' me

　　The present only toucheth thee:

　　But, Och! I backward cast my e'e.

　　On prospects drear!

　　An' forward, tho' I canna see,

　　I guess an' fear!