Yet Do I Marvel — Countee Cullen

 

但是我感到惊奇——康蒂·卡伦

 

I doubt not God is good, well-meaning, kind,

 

我不怀疑上帝的仁慈、善良和好意，

And did He stoop to quibble could tell why

但若是他使用遁词便能解释，

The little buried mole continues blind,

为何地下的鼹鼠仍然瞎眼，

Why flesh that mirrors Him must some day die,

为何反映他形象的肉体总有一天要死去，

Make plain the reason tortured Tantalus

说明坦塔罗斯受折磨的原因，

Is bailed by the fickle fruit, declare

是他被变化不定的果子吸引，

If merely brute caprice dooms Sisyphus

阐明是否仅仅因蛮横的任性，

To struggle up a never-ending stair.

西西弗斯就注定得攀登无限高的阶梯。

Inscrutable His ways are, and immune

上帝之道深奥莫测，

To catechism by a mind too strewn

对人们的诘问置之不理，

With petty cares to slightly understand

他们的头脑塞满鸡毛蒜皮

What awful brain compels His awful hand

他们的头脑塞满鸡毛蒜皮

Yet do I marvel at this curious thing:

但我对这件怪事感到惊奇：

To make a poet black, and bid him sing!

造出黑肤色诗人，令他唱吟!