It was a fair sunshiny day; a crowd of strangers drew near who had undertaken a pilgrimage to the grave of Homer. Among the strangers was a minstrel from the north, the home of the clouds and the brilliant lights of the aurora borealis. He plucked the rose and placed it in a book, and carried it away into a distant part of the world, his fatherland. The rose faded with grief, and lay between the leaves of the book, which he opened in his own home, saying, “Here is a rose from the grave of Homer.
Then the flower awoke from her dream, and trembled in the wind. A drop of dew fell from the leaves upon the singer's grave. The sun rose, and the flower bloomed more beautiful than ever. The day was hot, and she was still in her own warm Asia. Then footsteps approached, strangers, such as the rose had seen in her dream, came by, and among them was a poet from the north; he plucked the rose, pressed a kiss upon her fresh mouth, and carried her away to the home of the clouds and the northern lights. Like a mummy, the flower now rests in his “Iliad, and, as in her dream, she hears him say, as he opens the book, “Here is a rose from the grave of Homer.
I. Translation for Reference(参考译文)
荷马墓上的一朵玫瑰
(注:荷马(Homer)是公元前1000年希腊的一个伟大诗人。他的两部驰名的 史诗《依里亚特》(Illiad)《奥德赛》(Odyssey)描写希腊人远征特洛伊城(Troy)的故事。此城在小亚细亚的西北部。)
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