詩歌欣賞： To A Mouse by：Robert Burns
作者：羅伯特·彭斯(Robert Burns，1759—1796年)，蘇格蘭農民詩人，在英國文學史上佔有特殊重要的地位。他復活並豐富了蘇格蘭民歌，他的詩歌富有音樂性，可以歌唱。彭斯生於蘇格蘭民族面臨被異族征服的時代，因此他的詩歌充滿了激進的民主、自由的思想。詩人生活在破產的農村，和貧苦的農民血肉相連，他的詩歌歌頌了故國家鄉的秀美，抒寫了勞動者純樸的友誼和愛情。
Robert Burns To A Mouse
英文詩歌To A Mouse, On Turning Her Up In Her Nest With The Plough
by Robert Burns
Wee, sleekit, cow'rin, tim'rous beastie,
O, what a panic's in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty,
Wi' bickering brattle!
I wad be laith to rin an' chase thee,
Wi' murd'ring pattle!
I'm truly sorry man's dominion,
Has broken nature's social union,
An' justifies that ill opinion,
Which makes thee startle
At me, thy poor, earth-born companion,
An' fellow-mortal!
I doubt na, whiles, but thou may thieve;
What then? poor beastie, thou maun live!
A daimen icker in a thrave
'S a sma' request;
I'll get a blessin wi' the lave,
An' never miss't!
Thy wee bit housie, too, in ruin!
It's silly wa's the win's are strewin!
An' naething, now, to big a new ane,
O' foggage green!
An' bleak December's winds ensuin,
Baith snell an' keen!
Thou saw the fields laid bare an' waste,
An' weary winter comin fast,
An' cozie here, beneath the blast,
Thou thought to dwell-
Till crash! the cruel coulter past
Out thro' thy cell.
That wee bit heap o' leaves an' stibble,
Has cost thee mony a weary nibble!
Now thou's turn'd out, for a' thy trouble,
But house or hald,
To thole the winter's sleety dribble,
An' cranreuch cauld!
But, Mousie, thou art no thy lane,
In proving foresight may be vain;
The best-laid schemes o' mice an 'men
Gang aft agley,
An'lea'e us nought but grief an' pain,
For promis'd joy!
Still thou art blest, compar'd wi' me
The present only toucheth thee:
But, Och! I backward cast my e'e.
On prospects drear!
An' forward, tho' I canna see,
I guess an' fear!
