本文发表在 rolia.net 枫下论坛Mother?. . . are you asleep?
I’ve tried and tried to sleep, but sleep
flies from these eyes . . . I am praying.
The cold air makes
your limbs ache maybe?
No; I long only to escape
from this living tomb,
for I suffocate here.
Escape!
Do not grieve, the cruel men will
not be able to torture me!
Alas! How is that?
Do you not see?. . . Death has
already set his sombre imprint
on my brow!
Alas!
They’II find a cold, mute
corpse - nay, rather a skeleton!
Don’t!
Can’t you hear? People are coming.
It’s the executioners . . . they want
to drag me to the stake!
Defend your mother!
There’s no one; reassure yourself.
The stake!
No one is coming here!
The stake, the stake, dreadful word!
Oh mother, mother!
Once a savage crowd followed
your grandmother to the stake.
See the dreadful flames!
They’re touching her already!
Already her burning tresses
send up sparks heavenward!
See her eyes
how they start from her head!
Alas, who will rid me
of such a horrible sight?
If you love me still, if a son’s voice
yet has power
over a mother’s heart,
seek oblivion from your
soul’s terrors in sleep,
and repose and peace.更多精彩文章及讨论,请光临枫下论坛 rolia.net
I’ve tried and tried to sleep, but sleep
flies from these eyes . . . I am praying.
The cold air makes
your limbs ache maybe?
No; I long only to escape
from this living tomb,
for I suffocate here.
Escape!
Do not grieve, the cruel men will
not be able to torture me!
Alas! How is that?
Do you not see?. . . Death has
already set his sombre imprint
on my brow!
Alas!
They’II find a cold, mute
corpse - nay, rather a skeleton!
Don’t!
Can’t you hear? People are coming.
It’s the executioners . . . they want
to drag me to the stake!
Defend your mother!
There’s no one; reassure yourself.
The stake!
No one is coming here!
The stake, the stake, dreadful word!
Oh mother, mother!
Once a savage crowd followed
your grandmother to the stake.
See the dreadful flames!
They’re touching her already!
Already her burning tresses
send up sparks heavenward!
See her eyes
how they start from her head!
Alas, who will rid me
of such a horrible sight?
If you love me still, if a son’s voice
yet has power
over a mother’s heart,
seek oblivion from your
soul’s terrors in sleep,
and repose and peace.更多精彩文章及讨论,请光临枫下论坛 rolia.net