莎士比亚十四行诗第四十一、四十二、四十三首
那些美丽的错误和放纵的行为
是有时你心中将我遗忘
也正合你的俊仪和你的年纪
因为诱惑始终围绕在你身旁
你的温柔令你被人占有
你的美丽令你被人追逐
当女人主动来求，又谁能够
弃之不顾，不让她得到满足
啊，你能否不挤占我的位置
而让人谴责你美丽而放荡的青春
它们甚至会令你的生活纷乱恣肆
而最终破坏那双重的誓盟
一是她对我的誓盟，你的美丽将她迷醉
一是你对我的誓盟，你的美丽将我背弃
Sonnet 41
Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits,
When I am sometime absent from thy heart,
Thy beauty and thy years full well befits,
For still temptation follows where thou art. 4
Gentle thou art,and therefore to be won,
Beauteous thou art,therefore to be assailed;
And when a woman wooes,what woman's son
Will sourly leave her till she have prevailed? 8
Ay me,but yet thou might'st my seat forbear,
And chide thy beauty and thy straying youth,
Who lead thee in their riot even there
Where thou art forc'd to break a twofold truth--- 12
Hers,by thy beauty tempting her to thee,
Thine,by thy beauty being false to me.
你对她的占有并非我全部烦恼
尽管我确实对她怀有深情
她对你的占有才始令我哀号
那丧爱的感觉宛似刺肤锥心
亲爱的罪人，我是如此为你们分辩
你是因我爱她而对她注情
她也因此故而将我欺骗
让我友为此而将她选中
如我失去你，我失去的是爱的果实
失去她，这失去却为我友所得
你们互相寻获，我则失去一切
你们都因我故而对我交相折磨
然并非无欢，我友与我本一体
或是自欺罢，我仍为她的唯一
Sonnet 42
That thou hast her it is not all my grief,
And yet it may be said I loved her dearly;
That she hath thee is of my wailing chief,
A loss in love that touches me more nearly. 4
Loving offenders,thus I will excuse ye:
Thou dost love her,because thou know'st I love her,
And for my sake even so doth she abuse me,
Suffering my friend for my sake to approve her. 8
If I lose thee,my loss is my love's gain,
And losing her,my friend hath found that loss;
Both find each other,and I lose both twain,
And both for my sake lay on me this cross. 12
But here's the joy;my friend and I are one;
Sweet flattery,then she loves but me alone.
闭上这眼，我才能真正看清
白天的一切都那么枯燥乏情
只有睡去，梦里方能见君
在暗夜中闪耀，在幽昧中指引
而你的身影，却将这暗夜照亮
是如何这身形变得如此明艳
即便白日也能发出更璀璨的光芒
来照耀那失神的双眼
我能说，我这双眼蒙深福泽
能够在白日将你深视
而漆黑的夜里你那残缺的影子
在我的沉酣中仍印在漆黑的眼里
不见君时，所有白日漆黑似夜
既梦君时，所有暗夜如日照彻
Sonnet 43
"When most I wink,then do mine eyes best see,
For all the day they view things unrespected,
But when I sleep,indreams they look on thee,
And darkly bright,are bright in dark directed. 4
Then thou,whose shadow shadows doth make bright,
How would thy shadow's form form happy show
To the clear day with thy much clearer light,
When to unseeing eyes thy shade shines so! 8
How would,I say,mine eyes be blessed made,
By looking on thee in the living day,
When in dead night thy fair imperfect shade
Through heavy sleep on sightless eyes doth stay! 12
All days are nights to see till I see thee,
And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me."
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