How careful was I, when I took my way,

Each trifle under truest bars to thrust,

That to my use it might unused stay

From hands of falsehood, in sure wards of trust!

But thou, to whom my jewels trifles are,

Most worthy of comfort, now my greatest grief,

Thou, best of dearest and mine only care,

Art left the prey of every vulgar thief.

Thee have I not lock'd up in any chest,

Save where thou art not, though I feel thou art,

Within the gentle closure of my breast,

From whence at pleasure thou mayst come and part;

And even thence thou wilt be stol'n, I fear,

For truth proves thievish for a prize so dear.

我是多么小心，在未上路之前，

为了留以备用，把琐碎的事物

一一锁在箱子里，使得到保险，

不致被一些奸诈的手所亵渎！

但你，比起你来珠宝也成废品，

你，我最亲最好和唯一的牵挂，

无上的慰安（现在是最大的伤心）

却留下来让每个扒手任意拿。

我没有把你锁进任何保险箱，

除了你不在的地方，而我觉得

你在，那就是我的温暖的心房，

从那里你可以随便进进出出；

就是在那里我还怕你被偷走：

看见这样珍宝，忠诚也变扒手。

How heavy do I journey on the way,

When what I seek, my weary travel's end,

Doth teach that ease and that repose to say

'Thus far the miles are measured from thy friend!'

The beast that bears me, tired with my woe,

Plods dully on, to bear that weight in me,

As if by some instinct the wretch did know

His rider loved not speed, being made from thee:

The bloody spur cannot provoke him on

That sometimes anger thrusts into his hide;

Which heavily he answers with a groan,

More sharp to me than spurring to his side;

For that same groan doth put this in my mind;

My grief lies onward and my joy behind.

多么沉重地我在旅途上跋涉，

当我的目的地（我倦旅的终点）

唆使安逸和休憩这样对我说：

"你又离开了你的朋友那么远！"

那驮我的畜牲，经不起我的忧厄，

驮着我心里的重负慢慢地走，

仿佛这畜牲凭某种本能晓得

它主人不爱快，因为离你远游：

有时恼怒用那血淋淋的靴钉

猛刺它的皮，也不能把它催促；

它只是沉重地报以一声呻吟，

对于我，比刺它的靴钉还要残酷，

因为这呻吟使我省悟和熟筹，

我的忧愁在前面，快乐在后头。

背单词背到grief
以前记忆突然被唤醒
grief

我高一时最喜欢的歌
真的好久好久没有听了
赶紧打开音乐软件搜索，才知道原来这个歌有我以前没有发现的另一层意义
grief-（尤指因某人去世而引起的）悲伤、悲痛
我想起姥爷，想起朋也的渚，想起铁生与余华，想起那位把自己的心脏移植给女儿的伟大父亲……
果然，文学与音乐不能没有感情与死亡。直至一提起，所有世间最美好最悲痛的情感便骤然显现。此时此刻，我和你都在阅读死亡。