遠路不須愁日暮。

The Priest of Pan

If the melancholy music of the spheres

Ever be perplexing to his mortal ears,

He files unto the mountain

And sitting by some fountain

That in a beam of coolness from a mossy rock

Plunges in a pool all bubbling with its shock,

There he hears in the sound of the water falling

The sweet-tongued oriads to each other calling

Secrets that for years

Have escaped his ears.

牧神的祭師

設使週遭憂鬱的音樂

竟對他凡人耳朵太迷惑，

他走飛高山上

且傍清泉危坐

苔石上一匹涼意

注入潭水重擊兮漣漪。

於是在水勢墜落的聲響裏

他風聞蜜口的山妖相呼些許

秘密，多少年

耳朵無緣記取。

[葉慈詩選]