天山山下牧牛羊

My beauty, Do not sing for me
         (Maksim Gorky, 1868~1936)

My beauty, do mot sing for me

The songs of Georgia, of grievance:

My thoughts immediately flee

To another life and shores in distance.

They bring to me----your cruel tunes----

Alas, the sad and clear vision:

The steppe, the night----under the moon,

The poor and very distant virgin.

While seeing you, I could forget

The image so sad and fair,

But look, you sing----and it is set

Again before my eyes in air.

My beauty, do not sing for me

The songs of Georgia, of grievance:

My thoughts immediately flee

To another life and shores in distance.

grievance.  不滿，不平；抱怨，牢騷

cruel tunes.殘酷的曲調

steppe.（西伯利亞一帶沒樹木的）大草原；乾草原