八十一-一百二十
81
Or I shall live your epitaph to make，
Or you survive when I in earth am rotten；
From hence your memory death cannot take，
Although in me each part will be forgotten.
Your name from hence immortal life shall have，
Though I， once gone， to all the world must die：
The earth can yield me but a common grave，
When you entombed in men’s eyes shall lie.
Your monument shall be my gentle verse，
Which eyes not yet created shall o’er-read；
And tongues to be， your being shall rehearse，
When all the breathers of this world are dead；
You still shall live， such virtue hath my pen，
Where breath most breathes， even in the
[mouths of men.
八一
无论我将活着为你写墓志铭，
或你未亡而我已在地下腐朽，
纵使我已被遗忘得一干二净，
死神将不能把你的忆念夺走。
你的名字将从这诗里得永生，
虽然我，一去，对人间便等于死；
大地只能够给我一座乱葬坟，
而你却将长埋在人们眼睛里。
我这些小诗便是你的纪念碑，
未来的眼睛固然要百读不厌，
未来的舌头也将要传诵不衰，
当现在呼吸的人已瞑目长眠。
这强劲的笔将使你活在生气
最蓬勃的地方，在人们的嘴里。
82
I grant thou wert not married to my Muse，
And therefore mayst without attaint o’erlook
The dedicated words which writers use
Of their fair subject， blessing every book.
Thou art as fair in knowledge as in hue，
Finding thy worth a limit past my praise；
And therefore art enforced to seek anew
Some fresher stamp of the time-bettering days.
And do so， love； yet when they have devis’d，
What strained touches rhetoric can lend，
Thou truly fair， wert truly sympathiz’d
In true plain words， by thy true-telling friend；
And their gross painting might be better us’d
Where cheeks need blood； in thee it is abus’d.
八二
我承认你并没有和我的诗神
结同心，因而可以丝毫无愧恧
去俯览那些把你作主题的诗人
对你的赞美，褒奖着每本诗集。
你的智慧和姿色都一样出众，
又发觉你的价值比我的赞美高，
因而你不得不到别处去追踪
这迈进时代的更生动的写照。
就这么办，爱呵，但当他们既已
使尽了浮夸的辞藻把你刻划，
真美的你只能由真诚的知己
用真朴的话把你真实地表达；
他们的浓脂粉只配拿去染红
贫血的脸颊；对于你却是滥用。
83
I never saw that you did painting need，
And therefore to your fair no painting set；
I found， or thought I found， you did exceed
That barren tender of a poet’s debt：
And therefore have I slept in your report，
That you yourself， being extant， well might show
How far a modern quill doth come too short，
Speaking of worth， what worth in you doth grow.
This silence for my sin you did impute，
Which shall be most my glory being dumb；
For I impair not beauty being mute，
When others would give life， and bring a tomb.
There lives more life in one of your fair eyes
Than both your poets can in praise devise.
八三
我从不觉得你需要涂脂荡粉，
因而从不用脂粉涂你的朱颜；
我发觉，或以为发觉，你的丰韵
远超过诗人献你的无味缱绻：
因此，关于你我的歌只装打盹，
好让你自己生动地现身说法，
证明时下的文笔是多么粗笨，
想把美德，你身上的美德增华。
你把我这沉默认为我的罪行，
其实却应该是我最大的荣光；
因为我不作声，于美丝毫无损，
别人想给你生命，反把你埋葬。
你的两位诗人所模拟的赞美，
远不如你一只慧眼所藏的光辉。
84
Who is it that says most， which can say more，
Than this rich praise， that you alone， are you?
In whose confine immured is the store
Which should example where your equal grew.
Lean penury within that pen doth dwell
That to his subject lends not some small glory；
But he that writes of you， if he can tell
That you are you， so dignifies his story，
Let him but copy what in you is writ，
Not making worse what nature made so clear，
And such a counterpart shall fame his wit，
Making his style admired every where.
You to your beauteous blessings add a curse，
Being fond on praise， which makes your praises
[worse.
八四
谁说得最好？哪个说得更圆满
比起这丰美的赞词：“只有你是你”？
这赞词蕴藏着你的全部资产，
谁和你争妍，就必须和它比拟。
那枝文笔实在是贫瘠得可怜，
如果它不能把题材稍事增华；
但谁写到你，只要他能够表现
你就是你，他的故事已够伟大。
让他只照你原稿忠实地直抄，
别把造化的清新的素描弄坏，
这样的摹本已显出他的巧妙，
使他的风格到处受人们崇拜。
你将对你美的祝福加以咒诅：
太爱人赞美，连美也变成庸俗。
85
My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still，
While comments of your praise richly compil’d，
Reserve their character with golden quill，
And precious phrase by all the Muses fil’d.
I think good thoughts， whilst others write good words，
And like unlettered clerk still cry ‘Amen’
To every hymn that able spirit affords，
In polish’d form of well-refined pen.
Hearing you praised， I say ‘ ’tis so， ’tis true，’
And to the most of praise add something more；
But that is in my thought， whose love to you，
Though words come hindmost， holds his rank before.
Then others， for the breath of words respect，
Me for my dumb thoughts， speaking in effect.
八五
我的缄口的诗神只脉脉无语；
他们对你的美评却累牍连篇，
用金笔刻成辉煌夺目的大字，
和经过一切艺神雕琢的名言。
我满腔热情，他们却善颂善祷；
像不识字的牧师只知喊“阿门”，
去响应才子们用精炼的笔调
熔铸成的每一首赞美的歌咏。
听见人赞美你，我说，“的确，很对”，
凭他们怎样歌颂我总嫌不够；
但只在心里说，因为我对你的爱
虽拙于词令，行动却永远带头。
那么，请敬他们，为他们的虚文；
敬我，为我的哑口无言的真诚。
86
Was it the proud full sail of his great verse，
Bound for the prize of all too precious you，
That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse，
Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew?
Was it his spirit， by spirits taught to write，
Above a mortal pitch， that struck me dead?
No， neither he， nor his compeers by night
Giving him aid， my verse astonished.
He， nor that affable familiar ghost
Which nightly gulls him with intelligence，
As victors of my silence cannot boast；
I was not sick of any fear from thence：
But when your countenance fill’d up his line，
Then lacked I matter； that enfeebled mine.
八六
是否他那雄浑的诗句，昂昂然
扬帆直驶去夺取太宝贵的你，
使我成熟的思想在脑里流产，
把孕育它们的胎盘变成墓地？
是否他的心灵，从幽灵学会写
超凡的警句，把我活生生殛毙？
不，既不是他本人，也不是黑夜
他那些助手，能使我的诗昏迷。[13]
他，或他那个和善可亲的幽灵
（它夜夜用机智骗他），都不能自豪
是他们把我打垮，使我默不作声；
他们的威胁绝不能把我吓倒。
但当他的诗充满了你的鼓励，
我就要缺灵感；这才使我丧气。
87
Farewell！ thou art too dear for my possessing，
And like enough thou know’st thy estimate，
The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing；
My bonds in thee are all determinate.
For how do I hold thee but by thy granting?
And for that riches where is my deserving?
The cause of this fair gift in me is wanting，
And so my patent back again is swerving.
Thy self thou gav’st， thy own worth then not knowing，
Or me to whom thou gav’st it， else mistaking；
So thy great gift， upon misprision growing，
Comes home again， on better judgement making.
Thus have I had thee， as a dream doth flatter，
In sleep a king， but waking no such matter.
八七
再会吧！你太宝贵了，我无法高攀；
显然你也晓得你自己的声价：
你的价值的证券够把你赎还，
我对你的债权只好全部作罢。
因为，不经你批准，我怎能占有你？
我哪有福气消受这样的珍宝？
这美惠对于我既然毫无根据，
便不得不取消我的专利执照。
你曾许了我，因为低估了自己，
不然就错识了我，你的受赐者；
因此，你这份厚礼，既出自误会，
就归还给你，经过更好的判决。
这样，我曾占有你，像一个美梦，
在梦里称王，醒来只是一场空。
88
When thou shalt be dispos’d to set me light，
And place my merit in the eye of scorn，
Upon thy side， against myself I’ll fight，
And prove thee virtuous， though thou art forsworn.
With mine own weakness being best acquainted，
Upon thy part I can set down a story
Of faults conceal’d， wherein I am attainted；
That thou in losing me shalt win much glory：
And I by this will be a gainer too；
For bending all my loving thoughts on thee，
The injuries that to myself I do，
Doing thee vantage， double-vantage me.
Such is my love， to thee I so belong，
That for thy right， myself will bear all wrong.
八八
当你有一天下决心瞧我不起，
用侮蔑的眼光衡量我的轻重，
我将站在你那边打击我自己，
证明你贤德，尽管你已经背盟。
对自己的弱点我既那么内行，
我将为你的利益捏造我种种
无人觉察的过失，把自己中伤；
使你抛弃了我反而得到光荣：
而我也可以借此而大有收获；
因为我全部情思那么倾向你，
我为自己所招惹的一切侮辱
既对你有利，对我就加倍有利。
我那么衷心属你，我爱到那样，
为你的美誉愿承当一切诽谤。
89
Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault，
And I will comment upon that offence：
Speak of my lameness， and I straight will halt，
Against thy reasons making no defence.
Thou canst not love disgrace me half so ill，
To set a form upon desired change，
As I’ll myself disgrace； knowing thy will，
I will acquaintance strangle， and look strange；
Be absent from thy walks； and in my tongue
Thy sweet beloved name no more shall dwell，
Lest I， too much profane， should do it wrong，
And haply of our old acquaintance tell.
For thee， against my self I’ll vow debate，
For I must ne’er love him whom thou dost hate.
八九
说你抛弃我是为了我的过失，
我立刻会对这冒犯加以阐说：
叫我作瘸子，我马上两脚都躄，
对你的理由绝不作任何反驳。
为了替你的反复无常找借口，
爱呵，凭你怎样侮辱我，总比不上
我侮辱自己来得厉害；既看透
你心肠，我就要绞杀交情，假装
路人避开你；你那可爱的名字，
那么香，将永不挂在我的舌头，
生怕我，太亵渎了，会把它委屈；
万一还会把我们的旧欢泄漏。
我为你将展尽辩才反对自己，
因为你所憎恶的，我绝不爱惜。
90
Then hate me when thou wilt； if ever， now；
Now， while the world is bent my deeds to cross，
Join with the spite of fortune， make me bow，
And do not drop in for an after-loss：
Ah！ do not， when my heart hath ’scap’d this sorrow，
Come in the rearward of a conquer’d woe；
Give not a windy night a rainy morrow，
To linger out a purpos’d overthrow.
If thou wilt leave me， do not leave me last，
When other petty griefs have done their spite，
But in the onset come： so shall I taste
At first the very worst of fortune’s might；
And other strains of woe， which now seem woe，
Compar"d with loss of thee， will not seem so.
九〇
恨我，倘若你高兴；请现在就开首；
现在，当举世都起来和我作对，
请趁势为命运助威，逼我低头，
别意外地走来作事后的摧毁。
唉，不要，当我的心已摆脱烦恼，
来为一个已克服的厄难作殿，
不要在暴风后再来一个雨朝，
把那注定的浩劫的来临拖延。
如果你要离开我，别等到最后，
当其他的烦忧已经肆尽暴虐；
请一开头就来：让我好先尝够
命运的权威应有尽有的凶恶。
于是别的苦痛，现在显得苦痛，
比起丧失你来便要无影无踪。
91
Some glory in their birth， some in their skill，
Some in their wealth， some in their body’s force，
Some in their garments though new-fangled ill；
Some in their hawks and hounds， some in their horse；
And every humour hath his adjunct pleasure，
Wherein it finds a joy above the rest：
But these particulars are not my measure，
All these I better in one general best.
Thy love is better than high birth to me，
Richer than wealth， prouder than garments’ costs，
Of more delight than hawks and horses be；
And having thee， of all men’s pride I boast：
Wretched in this alone， that thou mayst take
All this away， and me most wretched make.
九一
有人夸耀门第，有人夸耀技巧，
有人夸耀财富，有人夸耀体力；
有人夸耀新妆，丑怪尽管时髦；
有人夸耀鹰犬，有人夸耀骏骥；
每种嗜好都各饶特殊的趣味，
每一种都各自以为其乐无穷：
可是这些癖好都不合我口胃——
我把它们融入更大的乐趣中。
你的爱对我比门第还要豪华，
比财富还要丰裕，比艳妆光彩，
它的乐趣远胜过鹰犬和骏马；
有了你，我便可以笑傲全世界：
只有这点可怜：你随时可罢免
我这一切，使我成无比的可怜。
92
But do thy worst to steal thyself away，
For term of life thou art assured mine；
And life no longer than thy love will stay，
For it depends upon that love of thine.
Then need I not to fear the worst of wrongs，
When in the least of them my life hath end.
I see a better state to me belongs
Than that which on thy humour doth depend：
Thou canst not vex me with inconstant mind，
Since that my life on thy revolt doth lie.
O！ what a happy title do I find，
Happy to have thy love， happy to die！
But what’s so blessed-fair that fears no blot?
Thou mayst be false， and yet I know it not.
九二
但尽管你不顾一切偷偷溜走，
直到生命终点你还是属于我。
生命也不会比你的爱更长久，
因为生命只靠你的爱才能活。
因此，我就不用怕最大的灾害，
既然最小的已足置我于死地。
我瞥见一个对我更幸福的境界，
它不会随着你的爱憎而转移：
你的反复再也不能使我颓丧，
既然你一翻脸我生命便完毕。
哦，我找到了多么幸福的保障：
幸福地享受你的爱，幸福地死去！
但人间哪有不怕玷污的美满？
你可以变心肠，同时对我隐瞒。
93
So shall I live， supposing thou art true，
Like a deceived husband； so love’s face
May still seem love to me， though alter’d new；
Thy looks with me， thy heart in other place：
For there can live no hatred in thine eye，
Therefore in that I cannot know thy change.
In many’s looks， the false heart’s history
Is writ in moods， and frowns， and wrinkles strange.
But heaven in thy creation did decree
That in thy face sweet love should ever dwell；
Whate"er thy thoughts， or thy heart’s workings be，
Thy looks should nothing thence， but sweetness tell.
How like Eve’s apple doth thy beauty grow，
If thy sweet virtue answer not thy show！
九三
于是我将活下去，认定你忠贞，
像被骗的丈夫，于是爱的面目
对我仍旧是爱，虽则已翻了新；
眼睛尽望着我，心儿却在别处：
憎恨既无法存在于你的眼里，
我就无法看出你心肠的改变。
许多人每段假情假义的历史
都在颦眉、蹙额或气色上表现；
但上天造你的时候早已注定
柔情要永远在你的脸上逗留；
不管你的心怎样变幻无凭准，
你眼睛只能诉说旖旎和温柔。
你的妩媚会变成夏娃的苹果，
如果你的美德跟外表不配合。
94
They that have power to hurt， and will do none，
That do not do the thing they most do show，
Who， moving others， are themselves as stone，
Unmoved， cold， and to temptation slow；
They rightly do inherit heaven’s graces，
And husband nature’s riches from expense；
They are the lords and owners of their faces，
Others， but stewards of their excellence.
The summer’s flower is to the summer sweet，
Though to itself， it only live and die，
But if that flower with base infection meet，
The basest weed outbraves his dignity：
For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds；
Lilies that fester， smell far worse than weeds.
九四
谁有力量损害人而不这样干，
谁不做人以为他们爱做的事，
谁使人动情，自己却石头一般，
冰冷、无动于衷，对诱惑能抗拒——
谁就恰当地承受上天的恩宠，
善于贮藏和保管造化的财富；
他们才是自己美貌的主人翁，
而别人只是自己姿色的家奴。
夏天的花把夏天熏得多芳馥，
虽然对自己它只自开又自落，
但是那花若染上卑劣的病毒，
最贱的野草也比它高贵得多：
极香的东西一腐烂就成极臭，
烂百合花比野草更臭得难受。
95
How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame
Which， like a canker in the fragrant rose，
Doth spot the beauty of thy budding name！
O！ in what sweets dost thou thy sins enclose.
That tongue that tells the story of thy days，
Making lascivious comments on thy sport，
Cannot dispraise， but in a kind of praise；
Naming thy name， blesses an ill report.
O！ what a mansion have those vices got
Which for their habitation chose out thee，
Where beauty’s veil doth cover every blot
And all things turns to fair that eyes can see！
Take heed， dear heart， of this large privilege；
The hardest knife ill-us’d doth lose his edge.
九五
耻辱被你弄成多温柔多可爱！
恰像馥郁的玫瑰花心的毛虫，
它把你含苞欲放的美名污败！
哦，多少温馨把你的罪过遮蒙！
那讲述你的生平故事的长舌，
想对你的娱乐作淫猥的评论，
只能用一种赞美口气来贬责：
一提起你名字，诬蔑也变谄佞。
哦，那些罪过找到了多大的华厦，
当它们把你挑选来作安乐窝，
在那儿美为污点披上了轻纱，
在那儿触目的一切都变清和！
警惕呵，心肝，为你这特权警惕；
最快的刀被滥用也失去锋利！
96
Some say thy fault is youth， some wantonness；
Some say thy grace is youth and gentle sport；
Both grace and faults are lov’d of more and less：
Thou mak’st faults graces that to thee resort.
As on the finger of a throned queen
The basest jewel will be well esteem’d，
So are those errors that in thee are seen
To truths translated， and for true things deem’d.
How many lambs might the stern wolf betray，
If like a lamb he could his looks translate！
How many gazers mightst thou lead away，
if thou wouldst use the strength of all thy state！
But do not so； I love thee in such sort，
As， thou being mine， mine is thy good report.
九六
有人说你的缺点在年少放荡；
有人说你的魅力在年少风流；
魅力和缺点都多少受人赞赏：
缺点变成添在魅力上的锦绣。
宝座上的女王手上戴的戒指，
就是最贱的宝石也受人尊重，
同样，那在你身上出现的瑕疵
也变成真理，当作真理被推崇。
多少绵羊会受到野狼的引诱，
假如野狼戴上了绵羊的面目！
多少爱慕你的人会被你拐走，
假如你肯把你全部力量使出！
可别这样做；我既然这样爱你，
你是我的，我的光荣也属于你。
97
How like a winter hath my absence been
From thee， the pleasure of the fleeting year！
What freezings have I felt， what dark days seen！
What old December’s bareness everywhere！
And yet this time removed was summer’s time；
The teeming autumn， big with rich increase，
Bearing the wanton burden of the prime，
Like widow’d wombs after their lords’ decease：
Yet this abundant issue seem’d to me
But hope of orphans， and unfather’d fruit；
For summer and his pleasures wait on thee，
And， thou away， the very birds are mute：
Or， if they sing， ’tis with so dull a cheer，
That leaves look pale， dreading the winter’s near.
九七
离开了你，日子多么像严冬，
你，飞逝的流年中唯一的欢乐！
天色多阴暗！我又受尽了寒冻！
触目是龙钟腊月的一片萧索！
可是别离的时期恰好是夏日；
和膨胀着累累的丰收的秋天，
满载着青春的淫荡结下的果实，
好像怀胎的新寡妇，大腹便便：
但是这累累的丰收，在我看来，
只能成无父孤儿和乖异的果；
因夏天和它的欢娱把你款待，
你不在，连小鸟也停止了唱歌；
或者，即使它们唱，声调那么沉，
树叶全变灰了，生怕冬天降临。
98
From you have I been absent in the spring，
When proud-pied April， dress’d in all his trim，
Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing，
That heavy Saturn laugh’d and leap’d with him.
Yet nor the lays of birds， nor the sweet smell
Of different flowers in odour and in hue，
Could make me any summer’s story tell，
Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew：
Nor did I wonder at the lily’s white，
Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose；
They were but sweet， but figures of delight，
Drawn after you， you pattern of all those.
Yet seem’d it winter still， and you away，
As with your shadow I with these did play.
九八
我离开你的时候正好是春天，
当绚烂的四月，披上新的锦袄，
把活泼的春心给万物灌注遍，
连沉重的土星[14]也跟着笑和跳。
可是无论小鸟的歌唱，或万紫
千红、芬芳四溢的一簇簇鲜花，
都不能使我诉说夏天的故事，
或从烂熳的山洼把它们采掐：
我也不羡慕那百合花的洁白，
也不赞美玫瑰花的一片红晕；
它们不过是香，是悦目的雕刻，
你才是它们所要摹拟的真身。
因此，于我还是严冬，而你不在，
像逗着你影子，我逗它们开怀。
99
The forward violet thus did I chide：
Sweet thief， whence didst thou steal thy sweet that
[smells，
If not from my love’s breath? The purple pride
Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells
In my love’s veins thou hast too grossly dy’d.
The lily I condemned for thy hand，
And buds of marjoram had stol’n thy hair；
The roses fearfully on thorns did stand，
One blushing shame， another white despair；
A third， nor red nor white， had stol’n of both，
And to his robbery had annex’d thy breath；
But， for his theft， in pride of all his growth
A vengeful canker eat him up to death.
More flowers I noted， yet I none could see，
But sweet， or colour it had stol’n from thee.
九九[15]
我对孟浪的紫罗兰这样谴责：
“温柔贼，你哪里偷来这缕温馨，
若不是从我爱的呼息？这紫色
在你的柔颊上抹了一层红晕，
还不是从我爱的血管里染得？”
我申斥百合花盗用了你的手，
茉沃兰的蓓蕾偷取你的柔发；
站在刺上的玫瑰花吓得直抖，
一朵羞得通红，一朵绝望到发白，
另一朵，不红不白，从双方偷来；
还在赃物上添上了你的呼息，
但既犯了盗窃，当它正昂头盛开，
一条怒冲冲的毛虫把它咬死。
我还看见许多花，但没有一朵
不从你那里偷取芬芳和婀娜。
100
Where art thou Muse that thou forget’st so long，
To speak of that which gives thee all thy might?
Spend"st thou thy fury on some worthless song，
Darkening thy power to lend base subjects light?
Return forgetful Muse， and straight redeem，
In gentle numbers time so idly spent；
Sing to the ear that doth thy lays esteem
And gives thy pen both skill and argument.
Rise， resty Muse， my love’s sweet face survey，
If Time have any wrinkle graven there；
If any， be a satire to decay，
And make time’s spoils despised every where.
Give my love fame faster than Time wastes life，
So thou prevent’st his scythe and crooked knife.
一〇〇
你在哪里，诗神，竟长期忘记掉
把你的一切力量的源头歌唱？
为什么浪费狂热于一些滥调，
消耗你的光去把俗物照亮？
回来吧，健忘的诗神，立刻轻弹
宛转的旋律，赎回虚度的光阴；
唱给那衷心爱慕你并把灵感
和技巧赐给你的笔的耳朵听。
起来，懒诗神，检查我爱的秀容，
看时光可曾在那里刻下皱纹；
假如有，就要尽量把衰老嘲讽，
使时光的剽窃到处遭人齿冷。
快使爱成名，趁时光未下手前，
你就挡得住它的风刀和霜剑。
101
O truant Muse what shall be thy amends
For thy neglect of truth in beauty dy’d?
Both truth and beauty on my love depends；
So dost thou too， and therein dignified.
Make answer Muse： wilt thou not haply say，
"Truth needs no colour， with his colour fix"d；
Beauty no pencil， beauty’s truth to lay；
But best is best， if never intermix’d’?
Because he needs no praise， wilt thou be dumb?
Excuse not silence so， for’t lies in thee
To make him much outlive a gilded tomb
And to be prais’d of ages yet to be.
Then do thy office， Muse； I teach thee how
To make him seem long hence as he shows now.
一〇一
偷懒的诗神呵，你将怎样补救
你对那被美渲染的真的怠慢？
真和美都与我的爱相依相守；
你也一样，要倚靠它才得通显。
说吧，诗神；你或许会这样回答：
“真的固定色彩不必用色彩绘；
美也不用翰墨把美的真容画；
用不着搀杂，完美永远是完美。”
难道他不需要赞美，你就不作声？
别替缄默辩护，因为你有力量
使他比镀金的坟墓更享遐龄，
并在未来的年代永受人赞扬。
当仁不让吧，诗神，我要教你怎样
使他今后和现在一样受景仰。
102
My love is strengthen’d， though more weak in seeming；
I love not less， though less the show appear；
That love is merchandiz’d， whose rich esteeming，
The owner’s tongue doth publish every where.
Our love was new， and then but in the spring，
When I was wont to greet it with my lays；
As Philomel in summer’s front doth sing，
And stops her pipe in growth of riper days：
Not that the summer is less pleasant now
Than when her mournful hymns did hush the night，
But that wild music burthens every bough，
And sweets grown common lose their dear delight.
Therefore like her， I sometime hold my tongue：
Because I would not dull you with my song.
一〇二
我的爱加强了，虽然看来更弱；
我的爱一样热，虽然表面稍冷：
谁把他心中的崇拜到处传播，
就等于把他的爱情看作商品。
我们那时才新恋，又正当春天，
我惯用我的歌去欢迎它来归，
像夜莺在夏天门前彻夜清啭，
到了盛夏的日子便停止歌吹。
并非现在夏天没有那么惬意
比起万籁静听它哀唱的时候，
只为狂欢的音乐载满每一枝，
太普通，意味便没有那么深悠。
所以，像它，我有时也默默无言，
免得我的歌，太繁了，使你烦厌。
103
Alack！ what poverty my Muse brings forth，
That having such a scope to show her pride，
The argument all bare is of more worth
Than when it hath my added praise beside！
O！ blame me not， if I no more can write！
Look in your glass， and there appears a face
That over-goes my blunt invention quite，
Dulling my lines， and doing me disgrace.
Were it not sinful then， striving to mend，
To mar the subject that before was well?
For to no other pass my verses tend
Than of your graces and your gifts to tell；
And more， much more， than in my verse can sit，
Your own glass shows you when you look in it.
一〇三
我的诗神的产品多贫乏可怜！
分明有无限天地可炫耀才华，
可是她的题材，尽管一无妆点，
比加上我的赞美价值还要大！
别非难我，如果我写不出什么！
照照镜子吧，看你镜中的面孔
多么超越我的怪笨拙的创作，
使我的诗失色，叫我无地自容。
那可不是罪过吗，努力要增饰，
反而把原来无瑕的题材涂毁？
因为我的诗并没有其他目的，
除了要模仿你的才情和妩媚；
是的，你的镜子，当你向它端详，
所反映的远远多于我的诗章。
104
To me， fair friend， you never can be old，
For as you were when first your eye I ey’d，
Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold，
Have from the forests shook three summers’ pride，
Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn’d，
In process of the seasons have I seen，
Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn’d，
Since first I saw you fresh， which yet are green.
Ah！ yet doth beauty like a dial-hand，
Steal from his figure， and no pace perceiv’d；
So your sweet hue， which methinks still doth stand，
Hath motion， and mine eye may be deceiv’d：
For fear of which， hear this thou age unbred：
Ere you were born was beauty’s summer dead.
一〇四
对于我，俊友，你永远不会衰老，
因为自从我的眼碰见你的眼，
你还是一样美。三个严冬摇掉
三个苍翠的夏天的树叶和光艳，
三个阳春三度化作秋天的枯黄。
时序使我三度看见四月的芳菲
三度被六月的炎炎烈火烧光。
但你，还是和初见时一样明媚；
唉，可是美，像时针，它蹑着脚步
移过钟面，你看不见它的踪影；
同样，你的姣颜，我以为是常驻，
其实在移动，迷惑的是我的眼睛。
颤栗吧，未来的时代，听我呼吁：
你还没有生，美的夏天已死去。
105
Let not my love be call’d idolatry，
Nor my beloved as an idol show，
Since all alike my songs and praises be
To one， of one， still such， and ever so.
Kind is my love to-day， to-morrow kind，
Still constant in a wondrous excellence；
Therefore my verse to constancy confin’d，
One thing expressing， leaves out difference.
"Fair， kind， and true，" is all my argument，
"Fair， kind， and true，" varying to other words；
And in this change is my invention spent，
Three themes in one， which wondrous scope affords.
Fair， kind， and true， have often liv’d alone，
Which three till now， never kept seat in one.
一〇五
不要把我的爱叫作偶像崇拜，
也不要把我的爱人当偶像看，
既然所有我的歌和我的赞美
都献给一个，为一个，永无变换。
我的爱今天仁慈，明天也仁慈，
有着惊人的美德，永远不变心，
所以我的诗也一样坚贞不渝，
全省掉差异，只叙述一件事情。
“美、善和真”，就是我全部的题材，
“美、善和真”，用不同的词句表现；
我的创造就在这变化上演才，
三题一体，它的境界可真无限。
过去“美、善和真”常常分道扬镳，
到今天才在一个人身上协调。
106
When in the chronicle of wasted time
I see descriptions of the fairest wights，
And beauty making beautiful old rime，
In praise of ladies dead and lovely knights，
Then， in the blazon of sweet beauty’s best，
Of hand， of foot， of lip， of eye， of brow，
I see their antique pen would have express’d
Even such a beauty as you master now.
So all their praises are but prophecies
Of this our time， all you prefiguring；
And for they looked but with divining eyes，
They had not skill enough your worth to sing：
For we， which now behold these present days，
Have eyes to wonder， but lack tongues to praise.
一〇六
当我从那湮远的古代的纪年
发见那绝代风流人物的写真，
艳色使得古老的歌咏也香艳，
颂赞着多情骑士和绝命佳人，
于是，从那些国色天姿的描画，
无论手脚、嘴唇、或眼睛或眉额，
我发觉那些古拙的笔所表达
恰好是你现在所占领的姿色。
所以他们的赞美无非是预言
我们这时代，一切都预告着你；
不过他们观察只用想象的眼，
还不够才华把你歌颂得尽致：
而我们，幸而得亲眼看见今天，
只有眼惊羡，却没有舌头咏叹。
107
Not mine own fears， nor the prophetic soul
Of the wide world dreaming on things to come，
Can yet the lease of my true love control，
Supposed as forfeit to a confin’d doom.
The mortal moon hath her eclipse endur’d，
And the sad augurs mock their own presage；
Incertainties now crown themselves assur’d，
And peace proclaims olives of endless age.
Now with the drops of this most balmy time，
My love looks fresh， and Death to me subscribes，
Since， spite of him， I’ll live in this poor rime，
While he insults o’er dull and speechless tribes：
And thou in this shalt find thy monument，
When tyrants’ crests and tombs of brass are spent.
一〇七
无论我自己的忧虑，或那梦想着
未来的这茫茫世界的先知灵魂，
都不能限制我的真爱的租约，
纵使它已注定作命运的抵偿品。
人间的月亮已度过被蚀的灾难，
不祥的占卜把自己的预言嘲讽，
动荡和疑虑既已获得了保险，
和平在宣告橄榄枝永久葱茏。
于是在这时代甘露的遍洒下，
我的爱面貌一新，而死神降伏，
既然我将活在这拙作里，任凭他
把那些愚钝的无言的种族凌辱。
你将在这里找着你的纪念碑，
魔王的金盔和铜墓却被销毁。
108
What"s in the brain that ink may character，
Which hath not figur’d to thee my true spirit?
What"s new to speak， what now to register，
That may express my love， or thy dear merit?
Nothing， sweet boy； but yet， like prayers divine，
I must each day say o’er the very same；
Counting no old thing old， thou mine， I thine，
Even as when first I hallow’d thy fair name.
So that eternal love in love’s fresh case，
Weighs not the dust and injury of age，
Nor gives to necessary wrinkles place，
But makes antiquity for aye his page；
Finding the first conceit of love there bred，
Where time and outward form would show it dead.
一〇八
脑袋里有什么，笔墨形容得出，
我这颗真心不已经对你描画？
还有什么新东西可说可记录，
以表白我的爱或者你的真价？
没有，乖乖；可是，像虔诚[16]的祷词
我没有一天不把它复说一遍；
老话并不老；你属我，我也属你，
就像我祝福你名字的头一天。
所以永恒的爱在长青爱匣里
不会蒙受年岁的损害和尘土，
不会让皱纹占据应有的位置，
反而把老时光当作永久的家奴；
发觉最初的爱苗依旧得保养，
尽管时光和外貌都盼它枯黄。
109
O！ never say that I was false of heart，
Though absence seem’d my flame to qualify，
As easy might I from my self depart
As from my soul which in thy breast doth lie：
That is my home of love： if I have rang’d，
Like him that travels， I return again；
Just to the time， not with the time exchang’d，
So that myself bring water for my stain.
Never believe though in my nature reign’d，
All frailties that besiege all kinds of blood，
That it could so preposterously be stain’d，
To leave for nothing all thy sum of good；
For nothing this wide universe I call，
Save thou， my rose， in it thou art my all.
一〇九
哦，千万别埋怨我改变过心肠，
别离虽似乎减低了我的热情。
正如我抛不开自己远走他方，
我也一刻离不开你，我的灵魂。
你是我的爱的家：我虽曾流浪，
现在已经像远行的游子归来；
并准时到家，没有跟时光改样，
而且把洗涤我污点的水带来。
哦，请千万别相信（尽管我难免
和别人一样经不起各种试诱）
我的天性会那么荒唐和鄙贱
竟抛弃你这至宝去追求乌有；
这无垠的宇宙对我都是虚幻；
你才是，我的玫瑰，我全部财产。
110
Alas！ ’tis true， I have gone here and there，
And made my self a motley to the view，
Gor"d mine own thoughts， sold cheap what is most dear，
Made old offences of affections new；
Most true it is， that I have look’d on truth
Askance and strangely； but， by all above，
These blenches gave my heart another youth，
And worse essays prov’d thee my best of love.
Now all is done， save what shall have no end：
Mine appetite I never more will grind
On newer proof， to try an older friend，
A god in love， to whom I am confin’d.
Then give me welcome， next my heaven the best，
Even to thy pure and most most loving breast.
一一〇
唉，我的确曾经常东奔西跑，
扮作斑衣的小丑供众人赏玩，
违背我的意志，把至宝贱卖掉，
为了新交不惜把旧知交冒犯；
更千真万确我曾经斜着冷眼
去看真情；但天呀，这种种离乖
给我的心带来了另一个春天，
最坏的考验证实了你的真爱。
现在一切都过去了，请你接受
无尽的友谊：我不再把欲望磨利，
用新的试探去考验我的老友——
那拘禁我的、钟情于我的神祇。
那么，欢迎我吧，我的人间的天，
迎接我到你最亲的纯洁的胸间。
111
O！ for my sake do you with Fortune chide，
The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds，
That did not better for my life provide
Than public means which public manners breeds.
Thence comes it that my name receives a brand，
And almost thence my nature is subdu’d
To what it works in， like the dyer’s hand：
Pity me， then， and wish I were renew’d；
Whilst， like a willing patient， I will drink，
Potions of eisel ’gainst my strong infection；
No bitterness that I will bitter think，
Nor double penance， to correct correction.
Pity me then， dear friend， and I assure ye，
Even that your pity is enough to cure me.
一一一
哦，请为我把命运的女神诟让，
她是嗾使我造成业障的主犯，
因为她对我的生活别无赡养，
除了养成我粗鄙的众人米饭。
因而我的名字就把烙印[17]接受，
也几乎为了这缘故我的天性
被职业所玷污，如同染工的手：
可怜我吧，并祝福我获得更新；
像个温顺的病人，我甘心饮服
涩嘴的醋[18]来消除我的重感染；
不管它多苦，我将一点不觉苦，
也不辞两重忏悔以赎我的罪愆。
请怜悯我吧，挚友，我向你担保
你的怜悯已经够把我医治好。
112
Your love and pity doth the impression fill，
Which vulgar scandal stamp’d upon my brow；
For what care I who calls me well or ill，
So you o’er-green my bad， my good allow?
You are my all-the-world， and I must strive
To know my shames and praises from your tongue；
None else to me， nor I to none alive，
That my steel’d sense or changes right or wrong.
In so profound abysm I throw all care
Of others’ voices， that my adder’s sense
To critic and to flatterer stopped are.
Mark how with my neglect I do dispense：
You are so strongly in my purpose bred，
That all the world besides methinks are dead.
一一二
你的爱怜抹掉那世俗的讥谗
打在我的额上的耻辱的烙印；
别人的毁誉对我有什么相干，
你既表扬我的善又把恶遮隐！
你是我整个宇宙，我必须努力
从你的口里听取我的荣和辱；
我把别人，别人把我，都当作死，
谁能使我的铁心肠变善或变恶？
别人的意见我全扔入了深渊，
那么干净，我简直像聋蛇一般，
凭他奉承或诽谤都充耳不闻。
请倾听我怎样原谅我的冷淡：
你那么根深蒂固长在我心里，
全世界，除了你，我都认为死去。
113
Since I left you， mine eye is in my mind；
And that which governs me to go about
Doth part his function and is partly blind，
Seems seeing， but effectually is out；
For it no form delivers to the heart
Of bird， of flower， or shape which it doth latch：
Of his quick objects hath the mind no part，
Nor his own vision holds what it doth catch；
For if it see the rud’st or gentlest sight，
The most sweet favour or deformed’st creature，
The mountain or the sea， the day or night：
The crow， or dove， it shapes them to your feature.
Incapable of more， replete with you，
My most true mind thus maketh mine untrue.
一一三
自从离开你，眼睛便移居心里，
于是那双指挥我行动的眼睛，
既把职守分开，就成了半瞎子，
自以为还看见，其实已经失明；
因为它们所接触的任何形状，
花鸟或姿态，都不能再传给心，
自己也留不住把捉到的景象；
一切过眼的事物心儿都无份。
因为一见粗俗或幽雅的景色，
最畸形的怪物或绝艳的面孔，
山或海，日或夜，乌鸦或者白鸽，
眼睛立刻塑成你美妙的姿容。
心中满是你，什么再也装不下，
就这样我的真心教眼睛说假话。
114
Or whether doth my mind， being crown’d with you，
Drink up the monarch’s plague， this flattery?
Or whether shall I say， mine eye saith true，
And that your love taught it this alchemy，
To make of monsters and things indigest
Such cherubins as your sweet self resemble，
Creating every bad a perfect best，
As fast as objects to his beams assemble?
O！ ’tis the first， ’tis flattery in my seeing，
And my great mind most kingly drinks it up：
Mine eye well knows what with his gust is ’greeing，
And to his palate doth prepare the cup：
If it be poison’d， ’tis the lesser sin
That mine eye loves it and doth first begin.
一一四
是否我的心，既把你当王冠戴，
喝过帝王们的鸩毒——自我阿谀？
还是我该说，我眼睛说的全对，
因为你的爱教会它这炼金术，
使它能够把一切蛇神和牛鬼
转化为和你一样柔媚的天婴，
把每个丑恶改造成尽善尽美，
只要事物在它的柔辉下现形？
哦，是前者；是眼睛的自我陶醉，
我伟大的心灵把它一口喝尽：
眼睛晓得投合我心灵的口味，
为它准备好这杯可口的毒饮。
尽管杯中有毒，罪过总比较轻，
因为先爱上它的是我的眼睛。
115
Those lines that I before have writ do lie，
Even those that said I could not love you dearer：
Yet then my judgment knew no reason why
My most full flame should afterwards burn clearer.
But reckoning Time， whose million’d accidents
Creep in ’twixt vows， and change decrees of kings，
Tan sacred beauty， blunt the sharp’st intents，
Divert strong minds to the course of altering things；
Alas！ why， fearing of Time’s tyranny，
Might I not then say， ‘Now I love you best，’
When I was certain o’er incertainty，
Crowning the present， doubting of the rest?
Love is a babe， then might I not say so，
To give full growth to that which still doth grow?
一一五
我从前写的那些诗全都撒谎，
连那些说“我爱你到极点”在内，
可是那时候我的确无法想象
白热的火还发得出更大光辉。
只害怕时光的无数意外事故
钻进密约间，勾销帝王的意旨，
晒黑美色，并挫钝锋锐的企图，
使倔强的心屈从事物的隆替：
唉，为什么，既怵于时光的专横，
我不可说，“现在我爱你到极点”，[19]
当我摆脱掉疑虑，充满着信心，
觉得来日不可期，只掌握目前？
爱是婴儿；难道我不可这样讲，
去促使在生长中的羽毛丰满？
116
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds，
Or bends with the remover to remove：
O， no！ it is an ever-fixed mark，
That looks on tempests and is never shaken；
It is the star to every wandering bark，
Whose worth’s unknown， although his height be taken.
Love"s not Time’s fool， though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come；
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks，
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me prov’d，
I never writ， nor no man ever lov’d.
一一六
我绝不承认两颗真心的结合
会有任何障碍；爱算不得真爱，
若是一看见人家改变便转舵，
或者一看见人家转弯便离开。
哦，决不！爱是亘古长明的塔灯，
它定睛望着风暴却兀不为动；
爱又是指引迷舟的一颗恒星，
你可量它多高，它所值却无穷。
爱不受时光的播弄，尽管红颜
和皓齿难免遭受时光的毒手；
爱并不因瞬息的改变而改变，
它巍然矗立直到末日的尽头。
我这话若说错，并被证明不确，
就算我没写诗，也没人真爱过。
117
Accuse me thus： that I have scanted all，
Wherein I should your great deserts repay，
Forgot upon your dearest love to call，
Whereto all bonds do tie me day by day；
That I have frequent been with unknown minds，
And given to time your own dear-purchas’d right；
That I have hoisted sail to all the winds
Which should transport me farthest from your sight.
Book both my wilfulness and errors down，
And on just proof surmise， accumulate；
Bring me within the level of your frown，
But shoot not at me in your waken’d hate；
Since my appeal says I did strive to prove
The constancy and virtue of your love.
一一七
请这样控告我：说我默不作声，
尽管对你的深恩我应当酬谢；
说我忘记向你缱绻的爱慰问，
尽管我对你依恋一天天密切；
说我时常和陌生的心灵来往，
为偶尔机缘断送你宝贵情谊；
说我不管什么风都把帆高扬，
任它们把我吹到天涯海角去。
请把我的任性和错误都记下，
在真凭实据上还要积累嫌疑，
把我带到你的颦眉蹙额底下，
千万别唤醒怨毒来把我射死；
因为我的诉状说我急于证明
你对我的爱多么忠贞和坚定。
118
Like as， to make our appetite more keen，
With eager compounds we our palate urge；
As， to prevent our maladies unseen，
We sicken to shun sickness when we purge；
Even so， being full of your ne’er-cloying sweetness，
To bitter sauces did I frame my feeding；
And， sick of welfare， found a kind of meetness
To be diseas’d， ere that there was true needing.
Thus policy in love， to anticipate
The ills that were not， grew to faults assur’d，
And brought to medicine a healthful state
Which， rank of goodness， would by ill be cur’d；
But thence I learn and find the lesson true，
Drugs poison him that so fell sick of you.
一一八
好比我们为了促使食欲增进，
用种种辛辣调味品刺激胃口；
又好比服清泻剂以预防大病，
用较轻的病截断重症的根由；
同样，饱尝了你的不腻人的甜蜜，
我选上苦酱来当作我的食料；
厌倦了健康，觉得病也有意思，
尽管我还没有到生病的必要。
这样，为采用先发制病的手段，
爱的策略变成了真实的过失：
我对健康的身体乱投下药丹，
用痛苦来把过度的幸福疗治。
但我由此取得这真正的教训：
药也会变毒，谁若因爱你而生病。
119
What potions have I drunk of Siren tears，
Distill"d from limbecks foul as hell within，
Applying fears to hopes， and hopes to fears，
Still losing when I saw myself to win！
What wretched errors hath my heart committed，
Whilst it hath thought itself so blessed never！
How have mine eyes out of their spheres been fitted，
In the distraction of this madding fever！
O benefit of ill！ now I find true
That better is by evil still made better；
And ruin’d love， when it is built anew，
Grows fairer than at first， more strong， far greater.
So I return rebuk’d to my content，
And gain by ill thrice more than I have spent.
一一九
我曾喝下了多少鲛人的泪珠
从我心中地狱般的锅里蒸出来，
把恐惧当希望，又把希望当恐惧，
眼看着要胜利，结果还是失败！
我的心犯了多少可怜的错误，
正好当它自以为再幸福不过；
我的眼睛怎样地从眼眶跃出，
当我被疯狂昏乱的热病折磨！
哦，坏事变好事！我现在才知道
善的确常常因恶而变得更善；
被摧毁的爱，一旦重新修建好，
就比原来更宏伟、更美、更强顽。
因此，我受了谴责，反心满意足；
因祸，我获得过去的三倍幸福。
120
That you were once unkind befriends me now，
And for that sorrow， which I then did feel，
Needs must I under my transgression bow，
Unless my nerves were brass or hammer’d steel.
For if you were by my unkindness shaken，
As I by yours， you’ve pass’d a hell of time；
And I， a tyrant， have no leisure taken
To weigh how once I suffer’d in your crime.
O！ that our night of woe might have remember’d
My deepest sense， how hard true sorrow hits，
And soon to you， as you to me， then tender’d
The humble salve， which wounded bosoms fits！
But that your trespass now becomes a fee；
Mine ransoms yours， and yours must ransom me.
一二〇
你对我狠过心反而于我有利：
想起你当时使我受到的痛创，
我只好在我的过失下把头低，
既然我的神经不是铜或精钢。
因为，你若受过我狠心的摇撼，
像我所受的，该熬过多苦的日子！
可是我这暴君从没有抽过闲
来衡量你的罪行对我的打击！
哦，但愿我们那悲怛之夜能使我
牢牢记住真悲哀打击得多惨，
我就会立刻递给你，像你递给我，
那抚慰碎了的心的微贱药丹。
但你的罪行现在变成了保证，
我赎你的罪，你也赎我的败行。