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Day 61
第61天
Virtue
美德
By George Herbert
乔治·赫伯特
Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky;
美好的白昼，如此凉爽、沉静、明亮， 仿佛天空和大地喜结连理；
The dew shall weep thy fall tonight, For thou must die.
但今晚露珠将为你的落幕而悲伤， 因为你终归难逃一死。
Sweet rose, shoes hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye;
可爱的玫瑰，你的娇容，绯红夺目， 令鲁莽的花痴忙着把眼睛擦拭；
Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses,
但你的根永远连着它的坟墓， 终归免不了一死。 美好的春天，满载美好的白昼和玫瑰，
A box where sweets compacted lie; My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die.
好似装满各样妙物的芬芳匣子； 但我的诗分明唱起了你的挽歌， 万物终归有生有死。
Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like seasoned timber, never gives;
惟有一颗美好而高尚的心灵， 犹如风干的木材，永不腐烂；
But though the whole world turn to coal, Then chiefly lives.
即使整个世界化为灰烬， 它依然风骨不散。
