Audiobook Dictation: “A softly-breathing air, that no mutation…”

A softly-breathing air, that no mutation Had in itself, upon the forehead smote me No heavier blow than of a gentle wind,

Udara yang berembus lembut, yang tak berubah sedikit pun, Menerpa dahiku tak lebih keras daripada angin sepoi-sepoi,

Yet not from their upright direction swayed, So that the little birds upon their tops Should leave the practice of each art of theirs;

Namun tidak sampai condong dari arah tegaknya, Hingga burung-burung kecil di puncaknya Meninggalkan setiap kepandaian mereka;

But with full ravishment the hours of prime, Singing, received they in the midst of leaves, That ever bore a burden to their rhymes,

Melainkan dengan kegirangan penuh jam-jam pagi, Sambil bernyanyi, mereka sambut di tengah dedaunan, Yang selalu mengiringi sajak-sajak mereka,

Already my slow steps had carried me Into the ancient wood so far, that I Could not perceive where I had entered it.

Langkah-langkahku yang lambat telah membawaku Begitu jauh ke dalam hutan purba, hingga aku Tak dapat lagi melihat dari mana aku masuk.

With feet I stayed, and with mine eyes I passed Beyond the rivulet, to look upon The great variety of the fresh may.

Kakiku berhenti, dan mataku melintas Melewati sungai kecil itu, untuk memandang Aneka ragam bunga Mei yang segar.

And there appeared to me (even as appears Suddenly something that doth turn aside Through very wonder every other thought)

Dan di sana tampak olehku (seperti tiba-tiba Muncul sesuatu yang, karena takjubnya, Menyingkirkan segala pikiran lain)

May the desire come unto thee to draw Near to this river's bank," I said to her, "So much that I might hear what thou art singing.

Semoga timbul keinginanmu untuk mendekat Ke tepi sungai ini,” kataku kepadanya, “Cukup dekat agar aku bisa mendengar apa yang kau nyanyikan.

Thou makest me remember where and what Proserpina that moment was when lost Her mother her, and she herself the Spring."

Engkau membuatku teringat di mana dan seperti apa Proserpina pada saat ia hilang, ketika Ibunya kehilangan dirinya, dan ia sendiri kehilangan Musim Semi.”

As soon as she was where the grasses are. Bathed by the waters of the beauteous river, To lift her eyes she granted me the boon.

Begitu ia sampai di tempat rerumputan berada. Dibasuh oleh air sungai yang indah itu, Ia menganugerahiku dengan mengangkat matanya.

I do not think there shone so great a light Under the lids of Venus, when transfixed By her own son, beyond his usual custom!

Kurasa tak pernah bersinar cahaya sebesar itu Di balik kelopak mata Venus, ketika tertusuk Oleh putranya sendiri, di luar kebiasaannya!