on Easter day by Oscar Wilde

The silver trumpets rang across the Dome:
銀色的號角吹響，越過了教堂的穹頂：
The people knelt upon the ground with awe:
人民心懷敬畏跪拜在大地上：
And borne upon the necks of men I saw,
透過頸項之間的縫隙，我看見，
Like some great God, the Holy Lord of Rome.
羅馬神聖的教皇，像一尊偉大的天神。
Priest-like, he wore a robe more white than foam,
教士的打扮，穿一襲比浪花更白的長袍，
And king-like, swathed himself in royal red,
披著王室的紅綬帶，更像一名國王，
Three crowns of gold rose high upon his head:
他的頭上高聳一頂金色的三重冠：
In splendor and in light the Pope passed home.
教皇走回自己的住所，顯赫而光鮮。
My heart stole back across wide wastes of years,
我的心偷偷地潛回那荒廢的大片歲月，
To one who wandered by a lonely sea,
面對在孤獨的大海邊徘徊的人，
And sought in vain for any place of rest:
他在徒然地尋找一處安身的場所：
'Foxes have holes, and every bird its nest
“狐狸有洞穴，小鳥也巢窩，
I, only I, must wander wearily,
我，只有我，必須疲憊地流浪，
And bruise my feet, and drink wine salt with tears.'
我的腳跟有淤青，啜飲淚水泡製的苦酒。”