Lament for the Makaris
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威廉·邓巴(William Dunbar)(1460?–1520?年),苏格兰诗人,有时被誉为“北方的乔叟”。邓巴1479年从圣安德鲁斯大学毕业,其他情况不详。据信他曾经当过圣方济会的修道士。有几年曾经四处传教讲道,后来,他可能进入詹姆斯四世的王廷,成为一名宫廷诗人,偶尔担任外交特使的角色。《悼念制造者》(Lament for the Makers)是一首写给已故诗人的哀歌,生动感人。
Lament for the MakarisWilliam Dunbar
I that in heill was and gladnessAm trublit now with great sicknessAnd feblit with infirmitie: Timor Mortis conturbat me.
Our plesance here is all vain glory,This fals world is but transitory,The flesh is bruckle, the Feynd is slee: Timor Mortis conturbat me.
The state of man does change and vary,Now sound. now sick, now blyth, now sary,Now dansand mirry, now like to die: Timor Mortis conturbat me. No state in Erd here standis sicker;As with the wynd wavis the wickerSo wannis this world’s vanitie: Timor Mortis conturbat me.
Unto the Death gods all Estatis,Princis, Prelattis, and Potestatis,Baith rich and poor of all degree: Timor Mortis conturbat me.
He takis the knichtis in to the fieldEnarmit under helm and scheild;Victor he is at all mellie: Timor Mortis conturbat me.
That strong unmerciful tyrandTakis, on the motheris breast sowkand,The babe full of benignitie: Timor Mortis conturbat me.
He takis the campion in the stour,The captain closit in the tour,The lady in bour full of bewtie: Timor Mortis conturbat me.
He spairis no lord for his piscenceNa clerk for his intelligence;His awful straik may no man flee. Timor Mortis conturbat me.
Art-magicianis and astrologic,Rethoris, logicianis, and theologis,Them helpis no conclusionis slee: Timor Mortis conturbat me.
In medecine the most practicianis,Leechis, surrigianis and physicianis,Themself from Death may nocht supplee: Timor Mortis conturbat me.
I see that makaris amang the lavePlayis is here their padyanis, syne gods to grave;Sparit is nocht their facultie: Timor Mortis conturbat me.
He has done petuously devourThe noble Chaucer, of makaris flour,The Monk of Bury, and Gower, all three: Timor Mortis conturbat me.
The good Sir Hew of Eglintoun,Ettrick, Heriot, and Wintoun,He has tane out of this cuntrie: Timor Mortis conturbat me.
That scorpion fell has done infeckMaister John Clerk, and James Afflek,Fra ballat-making and tragedie: Timor Mortis conturbat me.
Holland and Barbour he has berevit ;Alas! that he not with us levitSir Mungo Lockart of the Lee: Timor Mortis conturbat me.
Clerk of Tranent eke he has tane,That made the aventeris of Gawaine;Sir Gilbert Hay endit has he: Timor Mortis conturbat me.
He has Blind Harry and Sandy TraillSlain with his schour of mortal hail,Quhilk Patrick Johnstoun might nocht flee: Timor Mortis conturbat me.
He has reft Mersar his enditeThat did in luve so lively write,So short, so quick, of sentence hie: Timor Mortis conturbat me.
He has tane Rowll of Aberdene,And gentill Rowll of Cortorphine;Two better fallowis did no man see: Timor Mortis conturbat me.
In Dunfermline he has tane BrounWith Maister Robert Henrysoun;Sir John the Ross enbrasit has he: Timor Mortis conturbat me.
And he has now sane, last of a,Good gentil Stobo and Quintin Shaw.Of quhom all wichtis hes pitie: Timor Mortis conturbat me.
Good Maister Walter KennedyIn point of Dedth lies verily;Great ruth it were that so suld be:Timor Mortis conturbat me
Sen he has all my brothers sane,He will nocht let me live alane;Of force I mon his next prey be: Timor Mortis conturbat me.
Since for the Death remeid is none,Best is that we for Death disponeAfter our death that live may we: Timor Mortis conturbat me.
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