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Philip Freneau The Indian Burying Ground In spite of all the learned have said, ?I still my old opinion keep; ?The posture, that we give the dead, Points out the souls eternal sleep. Not so the ancients of these lands -- ?The Indian, when from life released, Again is seated with his friends, And shares again the joyous feast. 纵有智者言 吾仍持旧观 逝者当长卧 灵魂永安眠 本乡民风异 一旦辞世间 盘膝随众坐 依旧飨欢宴 His imaged birds, and painted bowl, And venison, for a journey dressed, Bespeak the nature of the soul, Activity, that knows no rest. His bow, for action ready bent, ?And arrows, with a head of stone, Can only mean that life is spent, ?And not the old ideas gone. 肖鸟与花碗 旅途鹿肉鲜 言说灵性本 行动勿迟延 弯弓仍挂弦 石箭寒光闪 今生虽已过 来世仍须战 Thou, stranger, that shalt come this way, ?No fraud upon the dead commit -- ?Observe the swelling turf, and say They do not lie, but here they sit. Here still a lofty rock remains, ?On which the curious eye may trace (Now wasted, half, by wearing rains) The fancies of a ruder race. 旅人若至此 亡者莫欺瞒 且看坟茔内 死者坐其间 此地巨石立 风雨半凋残 以此知蛮族 亦曾感梦幻 Here still an aged elm aspires, ?Beneath whose far-projecting shade ?(And which the shepherd still admires) ??The children of the forest played! There oft a restless Indian queen ?(Pale Shebah, with her braided hair) And many a barbarous form is seen To chide the man that lingers there. 古榆矗巍然 牧童惊且羡 翳翳凉荫广 其民戏此前 女王惊难眠 束发素颜现 诸多恐怖影 闲客莫流连 By midnight moons, oer moistening dews; ?In habit for the chase arrayed, The hunter still the deer pursues, The hunter and the deer, a shade! ?And long shall timorous fancy see The painted chief, and pointed spear, ?And Reasons self shall bow the knee To shadows and delusions here. 夜露湿满月 猎装隐约见 虽知人逐鹿 人鹿皆黯然 胆怯出幻象 矛利人花脸 阴影成错觉 全无理性言 The Wild Honeysuckle Fair?flower, that?dost?so?comely?grow, Hid?in?this?silent, dull?retreat, Untouched?thy?honeyed?blossoms?blow, Unseen?thy?little?branches?greet; ????No?roving?foot?shall?crush?thee?here, ????No?busy?hand?provoke?a?tear. By?Natures?self?in?white?arrayed, She?bade?thee?shun?the?vul