Along time ago, there lived an old poet, a thoroughly kind old poet. As he was sitting one evening in his room, a dreadful storm arose without, and the rain streamed down from heaven; but the old poet sat warm and comfortable in his chimney-corner, where the fire blazed and the roasting apple hissed.
很久以前，有一位老诗人，一位非常善良的老诗人。作为 一天晚上，他坐在自己的房间里，外面刮起了一场可怕的风暴， 雨从天上倾盆而下；但老诗人却温暖地坐着 舒适地待在他的烟囱角落里，那里火光熊熊， 烤苹果发出嘶嘶声。
“Those who have not a roof over their heads will be wetted to the skin,” said the good old poet.
“那些没有栖身之所的人将会浑身湿透。” 这位善良的老诗人说道。
“Oh let me in! Let me in! I am cold, and I'm so wet!” exclaimed suddenly a child that stood crying at the door and knocking for admittance, while the rain poured down, and the wind made all the windows rattle.
“哦，让我进去！让我进去！我很冷，而且我好湿！”突然惊呼 一个孩子站在门口哭泣，敲门要求进入，而 雨倾盆而下，风吹得所有窗户都嘎嘎作响。
“Poor thing!” said the old poet, as he went to open the door. There stood a little boy, quite naked, and the water ran down from his long golden hair; he trembled with cold, and had he not come into a warm room he would most certainly have perished in the frightful tempest.
“可怜的东西！”老诗人边说边去开门。那里 站着一个小男孩，赤身裸体，水从他长长的身上流下来。 金色的头发；他冷得发抖，如果他没有进入一个温暖的房间 他肯定会在可怕的暴风雨中丧生。
“Poor child!” said the old poet, as he took the boy by the hand. “Come in, come in, and I will soon restore thee! Thou shalt have wine and roasted apples, for thou art verily a charming child!” And the boy was so really. His eyes were like two bright stars; and although the water trickled down his hair, it waved in beautiful curls. He looked exactly like a little angel, but he was so pale, and his whole body trembled with cold. He had a nice little bow in his hand, but it was quite spoiled by the rain, and the tints of his many-colored arrows ran one into the other.
“可怜的孩子！”老诗人拉着男孩的手说道。 “来吧 进来吧，进来吧，我很快就会恢复你的！你应该有酒和 烤苹果，因为你真是个迷人的孩子！”那男孩是 真的。他的眼睛就像两颗明亮的星星；尽管水 顺着他的头发流下来，卷曲着美丽的波浪。他看上去一模一样 就像一个小天使，只是脸色那么苍白，全身都在颤抖 与寒冷。他手里拿着一把漂亮的小弓，但它相当 被雨水破坏了，他的彩色箭矢发出了一种颜色 进入另一个。
The old poet seated himself beside his hearth, and took the little fellow on his lap; he squeezed the water out of his dripping hair, warmed his hands between his own, and boiled for him some sweet wine. Then the boy recovered, his cheeks again grew rosy, he jumped down from the lap where he was sitting, and danced round the kind old poet.
老诗人坐在壁炉边，拿起那张小纸片。 坐在他腿上的家伙；他把滴着水的头发里的水挤出来， 他用自己的双手温暖了他的双手，并为他煮了一些甜酒。 随后男孩回过神来，脸颊再次红润，从上面跳了下来。 他坐在他的腿上，围着这位善良的老诗人跳舞。
“You are a merry fellow,” said the old man. “What's your name?”
“你是个快乐的人，”老人说。 “你叫什么名字？”
“My name is Cupid,” answered the boy. “Don't you know me? There lies my bow; it shoots well, I can assure you! Look, the weather is now clearing up, and the moon is shining clear again through the window.”
“我的名字是丘比特，”男孩回答。 “你不认识我吗？那儿躺着我的 鞠躬；拍得很好，我可以向你保证！你看，现在天气已经放晴了 起来，月亮又透过窗户照进来了。”
“Why, your bow is quite spoiled,” said the old poet.
“哎呀，你的弓已经坏了。”老诗人说道。
“That were sad indeed,” said the boy, and he took the bow in his hand and examined it on every side. “Oh, it is dry again, and is not hurt at all; the string is quite tight. I will try it directly.” And he bent his bow, took aim, and shot an arrow at the old poet, right into his heart. “You see now that my bow was not spoiled,” said he laughing; and away he ran.
“这确实令人悲伤，”男孩说着，手里拿着弓。 并从各个方面检查了它。 “哦，又干了，没有受伤。” 全部；绳子拉得很紧。我直接试试。”并且他弯下了身子 弓箭，瞄准，一箭射向老诗人，正中他的心脏。 “你现在知道我的弓没有损坏，”他笑着说。然后他就走了 跑了。
The naughty boy, to shoot the old poet in that way; he who had taken him into his warm room, who had treated him so kindly, and who had given him warm wine and the very best apples!
这个顽皮的孩子，竟然用这样的方式射杀老诗人；带走他的人 走进他温暖的房间，谁对他如此友善，谁给了他 温暖的葡萄酒和最好的苹果！
The poor poet lay on the earth and wept, for the arrow had really flown into his heart.
可怜的诗人躺在地上哭泣，因为箭真的飞走了 进入他的心里。
“Fie!” said he. “How naughty a boy Cupid is! I will tell all children about him, that they may take care and not play with him, for he will only cause them sorrow and many a heartache.”
“呸！”他说。 “丘比特这个男孩是多么调皮啊！我要告诉所有的孩子们 关于他，以便他们可以照顾他而不是和他一起玩耍，因为他会 只会让他们感到悲伤和心痛。”
And all good children to whom he related this story, took great heed of this naughty Cupid; but he made fools of them still, for he is astonishingly cunning. When the university students come from the lectures, he runs beside them in a black coat, and with a book under his arm. It is quite impossible for them to know him, and they walk along with him arm in arm, as if he, too, were a student like themselves; and then, unperceived, he thrusts an arrow to their bosom. When the young maidens come from being examined by the clergyman, or go to church to be confirmed, there he is again close behind them. Yes, he is forever following people. At the play, he sits in the great chandelier and burns in bright flames, so that people think it is really a flame, but they soon discover it is something else. He roves about in the garden of the palace and upon the ramparts: yes, once he even shot your father and mother right in the heart. Ask them only and you will hear what they'll tell you. Oh, he is a naughty boy, that Cupid; you must never have anything to do with him. He is forever running after everybody. Only think, he shot an arrow once at your old grandmother! But that is a long time ago, and it is all past now; however, a thing of that sort she never forgets. Fie, naughty Cupid! But now you know him, and you know, too, how ill-behaved he is!
所有听他讲述这个故事的好孩子都非常注意 这个顽皮的丘比特；但他仍然愚弄他们，因为他是 狡猾得惊人。当大学生来自 上课时，他穿着黑色外套，底下放着一本书，跑在他们旁边 手臂。他们根本不可能认识他，他们就一路走着 和他手挽着手，仿佛他也是像他们一样的学生。和 然后，他在不知不觉中将一支箭射入了他们的怀里。当年轻的时候 少女们经过牧师的检查而来，或者去教堂 得到证实后，他再次紧随其后。是的，他是永远的 跟随人。演出时，他坐在巨大的枝形吊灯里，燃烧着 明亮的火焰，让人们以为它真的是火焰，但他们 很快就发现它是别的东西。他在花园里闲逛 宫殿和城墙上：是的，有一次他甚至射杀了你的父亲 母亲就在心里。只要问他们，你就会听到他们会说什么 告诉你。哦，他是个调皮的孩子，那个丘比特；你绝对不能有 与他有任何关系。他永远追随每个人。仅 想想看，他曾经向你的老祖母射了一箭！但这是一个 很久以前，现在一切都过去了；然而，她 永远不会忘记。呸，淘气的丘比特！但现在你了解他了，你知道， 而且，他的行为多么恶劣啊！