The First Day

The First Day
(Christina Georgina Rossetti, 1830~1894)
I wish I could remember the first day,
First hour, first moment of your meeting me;
If bright or dim the season, it might be
Summer or winter for aught I can say.
So unrecorded did it slip away,
So blind was I to see and to foresee,
So dull to mark the budding of my tree
That would not blossom yet for many a May.
If only I could recollect it! Such
A day of days! I let it come and go
As traceless as a thaw of bygone snow.
It seemed to mean so little, meant so much!
If only now I could recall that touch,
First touch of hand in hand!—Did one but know!

第一天
但願我能記住那第一天
那一刻　和你初相見的一瞬間
那個季節　是晴朗還是陰暗
我甚至說不出是夏季還是冬天
沒有刻意記住就這樣地遺忘
我既沒有留心也沒有多想
怎麼曉得自己心花的蓓蕾
再綻放又要等待好幾個春天
但願我能回想得起來！　那個
一生中的一天！就這樣過去了
如殘雪消融得無蹤無影
似乎些微的小事　竟然這麼重要！
但願我能把那份感覺找回來
那初次牽手的感覺——當時我怎麼知道！
作者──尤克強