The First Day

第一日

by Christina Rossetti

——克里斯蒂娜·罗塞蒂

I wish I could remember the first day,

愿我能铭记你我邂逅的

First hour, first moment of your meeting me,

第一日，第一时，第一刻，

If bright or dim the season, it might be

它或是灿烂如夏

Summer or winter for aught I can say.

或是黯淡如冬，我只能如此说。

So unrecorded did it slip away,

只因我疏忽大意，它悄然流逝不留痕迹，

So blind was I to see and foresee,

只因我茫然无知，不曾留意亦未能预知，

So dull to mark the budding of my tree

只因我不以为然，未曾看到小树

That would not blossom yet for many a May.

过去了一个又一个五月，花儿都没有绽放。

If only I could recollect it, such

多希望我能记住它，

A day of days! I let it come and go

那时光中的一日！我却放任它

As traceless as a thaw of bygone snow;

如融雪般全然消逝；

It seemed to mean so little, meant so much;

它现在看似无足轻重，其实当时意味深长；

If only now I could recall that touch,

多希望我能重温那感觉，

First touch of hand in hand - Did one but know!

第一次牵手的感觉—可我那时不懂啊！