四十一-八十
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.
Gentle thou art， and therefore to be won，
Beauteous thou art， therefore to be assail’d；
And when a woman woos， what woman’s son
Will sourly leave her till he have prevail’d?
Ay me！ but yet thou mightst my seat forbear，
And chide thy beauty and thy straying youth，
Who lead thee in their riot even there
Where thou art forced to break a twofold truth：—
Hers by thy beauty tempting her to thee，
Thine by thy beauty being false to me.
四一
你那放荡不羁所犯的风流罪
（当我有时候远远离开你的心）
与你的美貌和青春那么相配，
无论到哪里，诱惑都把你追寻。
你那么温文，谁不想把你夺取？
那么姣好，又怎么不被人围攻？
而当女人追求，凡女人的儿子
谁能坚苦挣扎，不向她怀里送？
唉！但你总不必把我的位儿占，
并斥责你的美丽和青春的迷惑：
它们引你去犯那么大的狂乱，
使你不得不撕毁了两重誓约：
她的，因为你的美诱她去就你；
你的，因为你的美对我失信义。
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.
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.
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：
But here’s the joy； my friend and I are one；
Sweet flattery！ then she loves but me alone.
四二
你占有她，并非我最大的哀愁，
可是我对她的爱不能说不深；
她占有你，才是我主要的烦忧，
这爱情的损失更能使我伤心。
爱的冒犯者，我这样原谅你们：
你所以爱她，因为晓得我爱她；
也是为我的原故她把我欺瞒，
让我的朋友替我殷勤款待她。
失掉你，我所失是我情人所获，
失掉她，我朋友却找着我所失；
你俩互相找着，而我失掉两个，
两个都为我的原故把我磨折：
但这就是快乐：你和我是一体；
甜蜜的阿谀！她却只爱我自己。
43
When most I wink， then do mine eyes best see，
For all the day they view things unrespected；
But when I sleep， in dreams they look on thee，
And darkly bright， are bright in dark directed.
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！
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！
All days are nights to see till I see thee，
And nights bright days when dreams do show
[thee me.
四三
我眼睛闭得最紧，看得最明亮：
它们整天只看见无味的东西；
而当我入睡，梦中却向你凝望，
幽暗的火焰，暗地里放射幽辉。
你的影子既能教黑影放光明，
对闭上的眼照耀得那么辉煌，
你影子的形会形成怎样的美景，
在清明的白天里用更清明的光！
我的眼睛，我说，会感到多幸运
若能够凝望你在光天化日中，
既然在死夜里你那不完全的影
对酣睡中闭着的眼透出光容！
天天都是黑夜一直到看见你，
夜夜是白天当好梦把你显示！
44
If the dull substance of my flesh were thought，
Injurious distance should not stop my way；
For then despite of space I would be brought，
From limits far remote， where thou dost stay.
No matter then although my foot did stand
Upon the farthest earth remov’d from thee；
For nimble thought can jump both sea and land，
As soon as think the place where he would be.
But， ah！ thought kills me that I am not thought，
To leap large lengths of miles when thou art gone，
But that so much of earth and water wrought，
I must attend time’s leisure with my moan；
Receiving nought by elements so slow
But heavy tears， badges of either’s woe.
四四
假如我这笨拙的体质是思想，
不做美的距离就不能阻止我，
因为我就会从那迢迢的远方，
无论多隔绝，被带到你的寓所。
那么，纵使我的腿站在那离你
最远的天涯，对我有什么妨碍？
空灵的思想无论想到达哪里，
它立刻可以飞越崇山和大海。
但是唉，这思想毒杀我：我并非思想，
能飞越辽远的万里当你去后；
而只是满盛着泥水的钝皮囊，
就只好用悲泣去把时光伺候；
这两种重浊的元素毫无所赐
除了眼泪，二者的苦恼的标志。
45
The other two， slight air， and purging fire
Are both with thee， wherever I abide；
The first my thought， the other my desire，
These present-absent with swift motion slide.
For when these quicker elements are gone
In tender embassy of love to thee，
My life， being made of four， with two alone
Sinks down to death， oppress’d with melancholy；
Until life’s composition be recur’d
By those swift messengers return’d from thee，
Who even but now come back again， assur’d，
Of thy fair health， recounting it to me：
This told， I joy； but then no longer glad，
I send them back again and straight grow sad.
四五
其余两种，轻清的风，净化的火，
一个是我的思想，一个是欲望，
都是和你一起，无论我居何所；
它们又在又不在，神速地来往。
因为，当这两种较轻快的元素
带着爱情的温柔使命去见你，
我的生命，本赋有四大，只守住
两个，就不胜其忧郁，奄奄待毙；
直到生命的结合得完全恢复
由于这两个敏捷使者的来归。
它们现正从你那里回来，欣悉
你起居康吉，在向我欣欣告慰。
说完了，我乐，可是并不很长久，
我打发它们回去，马上又发愁。
46
Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war，
How to divide the conquest of thy sight；
Mine eye my heart thy picture’s sight would bar，
My heart mine eye the freedom of that right.
My heart doth plead that thou in him dost lie，
A closet never pierc’d with crystal eyes，
But the defendant doth that plea deny，
And says in him thy fair appearance lies.
To side this title is impannelled
A quest of thoughts， all tenants to the heart；
And by their verdict is determined
The clear eye’s moiety， and the dear heart’s part：
As thus； mine eye’s due is thine outward part，
And my heart’s right， thine inward love of heart.
四六
我的眼和我的心在作殊死战，
怎样去把你姣好的容貌分赃；
眼儿要把心和你的形象隔断，
心儿又不甘愿把这权利相让。
心儿声称你在它的深处潜隐，
从没有明眸闯得进它的宝箱；
被告却把这申辩坚决地否认，
说是你的倩影在它里面珍藏。
为解决这悬案就不得不邀请
我心里所有的住户——思想——协商；
它们的共同的判词终于决定
明眸和亲挚的心应得的分量
如下：你的仪表属于我的眼睛，
而我的心占有你心里的爱情。
47
Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took，
And each doth good turns now unto the other：
When that mine eye is famish’d for a look，
Or heart in love with sighs himself doth smother，
With my love’s picture then my eye doth feast，
And to the painted banquet bids my heart；
Another time mine eye is my heart’s guest，
And in his thoughts of love doth share a part：
So， either by thy picture or my love，
Thy self away， art present still with me；
For thou not farther than my thoughts canst move，
And I am still with them， and they with thee；
Or， if they sleep， thy picture in my sight
Awakes my heart， to heart’s and eye’s delight.
四七
现在我的眼和心缔结了同盟，
为的是互相帮忙和互相救济：
当眼儿渴望要一见你的尊容，
或痴情的心快要给叹气窒息，
眼儿就把你的画像大摆筵桌，
邀请心去参加这图画的盛宴；
有时候眼睛又是心的座上客，
去把它缱绻的情思平均分沾：
这样，或靠你的像或我的依恋，
你本人虽远离还是和我在一起；
你不能比我的情思走得更远，
我老跟着它们，它们又跟着你；
或者，它们倘睡着，我眼中的像
就把心唤醒，使心和眼都舒畅。
48
How careful was I when I took my way，
Each trifle under truest bars to thrust，
That to my use it might unused stay
From hands of falsehood， in sure wards of trust！
But thou， to whom my jewels trifles are，
Most worthy comfort， now my greatest grief，
Thou best of dearest， and mine only care，
Art left the prey of every vulgar thief.
Thee have I not lock’d up in any chest，
Save where thou art not， though I feel thou art，
Within the gentle closure of my breast，
From whence at pleasure thou mayst come and part；
And even thence thou wilt be stol’n I fear，
For truth proves thievish for a prize so dear.
四八
我是多么小心，在未上路之前，
为了留以备用，把琐碎的事物
一一锁在箱子里，使得到保险，
不致被一些奸诈的手所亵渎！
但你，比起你来珠宝也成废品，
你，我最亲最好和唯一的牵挂，
无上的慰安（现在是最大的伤心）
却留下来让每个扒手任意拿。
我没有把你锁进任何保险箱，
除了你不在的地方，而我觉得
你在，那就是我的温暖的心房，
从那里你可以随便进进出出；
就是在那里我还怕你被偷走：
看见这样珍宝，忠诚也变扒手。
49
Against that time， if ever that time come，
When I shall see thee frown on my defects，
When as thy love hath cast his utmost sum，
Call"d to that audit by advis’d respects；
Against that time when thou shalt strangely pass，
And scarcely greet me with that sun， thine eye，
When love， converted from the thing it was，
Shall reasons find of settled gravity；
Against that time do I ensconce me here，
Within the knowledge of mine own desert，
And this my hand， against my self uprear，
To guard the lawful reasons on thy part：
To leave poor me thou hast the strength of laws，
Since why to love I can allege no cause.
四九
为抵抗那一天，要是终有那一天，
当我看见你对我的缺点蹙额，
当你的爱已花完最后一文钱，
被周详的顾虑催去清算账目；
为抵抗那一天，当你像生客走过，
不用那太阳——你眼睛——向我致候，
当爱情，已改变了面目，要搜罗
种种必须决绝的庄重的理由；
为抵抗那一天我就躲在这里，
在对自己的恰当评价内安身，
并且高举我这只手当众宣誓，
为你的种种合法的理由保证：
抛弃可怜的我，你有法律保障，
既然为什么爱，我无理由可讲。
50
How heavy do I journey on the way，
When what I seek， my weary travel’s end，
Doth teach that ease and that repose to say，
‘Thus far the miles are measured from thy friend！’
The beast that bears me， tired with my woe，
Plods dully on， to bear that weight in me，
As if by some instinct the wretch did know
His rider lov’d not speed， being made from thee：
The bloody spur cannot provoke him on，
That sometimes anger thrusts into his hide，
Which heavily he answers with a groan，
More sharp to me than spurring to his side；
For that same groan doth put this in my mind，
My grief lies onward， and my joy behind.
五〇
多么沉重地我在旅途上跋涉，
当我的目的地（我倦旅的终点）
唆使安逸和休憩这样对我说：
“你又离开了你的朋友那么远！”
那驮我的畜牲，经不起我的忧厄，
驮着我心里的重负慢慢地走，
仿佛这畜牲凭某种本能晓得
它主人不爱快，因为离你远游：
有时恼怒用那血淋淋的靴钉
猛刺它的皮，也不能把它催促；
它只是沉重地报以一声呻吟，
对于我，比刺它的靴钉还要残酷，
因为这呻吟使我省悟和熟筹：
我的忧愁在前面，快乐在后头。
51
Thus can my love excuse the slow offence
Of my dull bearer when from thee I speed：
From where thou art why should I haste me thence?
Till I return， of posting is no need.
O！ what excuse will my poor beast then find，
When swift extremity can seem but slow?
Then should I spur， though mounted on the wind，
In winged speed no motion shall I know，
Then can no horse with my desire keep pace；
Therefore desire， of perfect’st love being made，
Shall neigh， no dull flesh， in his fiery race；
But love， for love， thus shall excuse my jade，—
Since from thee going， he went wilful-slow，
Towards thee I’ll run， and give him leave to go.
五一
这样，我的爱就可原谅那笨兽
（当我离开你），不嫌它走得太慢：
从你所在地我何必匆匆跑走？
除非是归来，绝对不用把路赶。
那时可怜的畜牲怎会得宽容，
当极端的迅速还要显得迟钝？
那时我就要猛刺，纵使在御风，
如飞的速度我只觉得是停顿：
那时就没有马能和欲望齐驱；
因此，欲望，由最理想的爱构成，
就引颈长嘶，当它火似的飞驰；
但爱，为了爱，将这样饶恕那畜牲：
既然别你的时候它有意慢走，
归途我就下来跑，让它得自由。
52
So am I as the rich， whose blessed key，
Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure，
The which he will not every hour survey，
For blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure.
Therefore are feasts so solemn and so rare，
Since， seldom coming in that long year set，
Like stones of worth they thinly placed are，
Or captain jewels in the carcanet.
So is the time that keeps you as my chest，
Or as the wardrobe which the robe doth hide，
To make some special instant special-blest，
By new unfolding his imprison’d pride.
Blessed are you whose worthiness gives scope，
Being had， to triumph， being lacked， to hope.
五二
我像那富翁，他那幸运的钥匙
能把他带到他的心爱的宝藏，
可是他并不愿时常把它启视，
以免磨钝那难得的锐利快感。
所以过节是那么庄严和希有，
因为在一年中仅疏疏地来临，
就像宝石在首饰上稀稀嵌就，
或大颗的珍珠在璎珞上晶莹。
同样，那保存你的时光就好像
我的宝箱，或装着华服的衣橱，
以便偶一重展那被囚的宝光，
使一些幸福的良辰分外幸福。
你真运气，你的美德能够使人
有你，喜洋洋，你不在，不胜憧憬。
53
What is your substance， whereof are you made，
That millions of strange shadows on you tend?
Since every one hath， every one， one shade，
And you but one， can every shadow lend.
Describe Adonis， and the counterfeit
Is poorly imitated after you；
On Helen’s cheek all art of beauty set，
And you in Grecian tires are painted new：
Speak of the spring， and foison of the year，
The one doth shadow of your beauty show，
The other as your bounty doth appear；
And you in every blessed shape we know.
In all external grace you have some part，
But you like none， none you， for constant heart.
五三
你的本质是什么，用什么造成，
使得万千个倩影都追随着你？
每人都只有一个，每人，一个影；
你一人，却能幻作千万个影子。
试为阿都尼写生，他的画像
不过是模仿你的拙劣的赝品；
尽量把美容术施在海伦颊上，
便是你披上希腊妆的新的真身。
一提起春的明媚和秋的丰饶，
一个把你的绰约的倩影显示，
另一个却是你的慷慨的写照；
一切天生的俊秀都蕴含着你。
一切外界的妩媚都有你的份，
但谁都没有你那颗坚贞的心。
54
O！ how much more doth beauty beauteous seem
By that sweet ornament which truth doth give.
The rose looks fair， but fairer we it deem
For that sweet odour， which doth in it live.
The canker blooms have full as deep a dye
As the perfumed tincture of the roses.
Hang on such thorns， and play as wantonly
When summer’s breath their masked buds discloses：
But， for their virtue only is their show，
They live unwoo’d， and unrespected fade；
Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so；
Of their sweet deaths， are sweetest odours made：
And so of you， beauteous and lovely youth，
When that shall fade， my verse distills your truth.
五四
哦，美看起来要更美得多少倍，
若再有真加给它温馨的装潢！
玫瑰花很美，但我们觉得它更美，
因为它吐出一缕甜蜜的芳香。
野蔷薇的姿色也是同样旖旎，
比起玫瑰的芳馥四溢的姣颜，
同挂在刺上[8]，同样会搔首弄姿，
当夏天呼息使它的嫩蕊轻展：
但它们唯一的美德只在色相，
开时无人眷恋，萎谢也无人理；
寂寞地死去。香的玫瑰却两样；
它那温馨的死可以酿成香液：
你也如此，美丽而可爱的青春，
当韶华凋谢，诗提取你的纯精。
55
Not marble， nor the gilded monuments
Of princes， shall outlive this powerful rhyme；
But you shall shine more bright in these contents
Than unswept stone， besmear’d with sluttish time.
When wasteful war shall statues overturn，
And broils root out the work of masonry，
Nor Mars his sword， nor war’s quick fire shall burn
The living record of your memory.
"Gainst death， and all-oblivious enmity
Shall you pace forth； your praise shall still find room
Even in the eyes of all posterity
That wear this world out to the ending doom.
So， till the judgment that yourself arise，
You live in this， and dwell in lovers’ eyes.
五五
没有云石或王公们金的墓碑
能够和我这些强劲的诗比寿；
你将永远闪耀于这些诗篇里，
远胜过那被时光涂脏的石头。
当着残暴的战争把铜像推翻，
或内讧把城池荡成一片废墟，
无论战神的剑或战争的烈焰
都毁不掉你的遗芳的活历史。
突破死亡和湮没一切的仇恨，
你将昂然站起来：对你的赞美
将在万世万代的眼睛里彪炳，
直到这世界消耗完了的末日。
这样，直到最后审判把你唤醒，
你长在诗里和情人眼里辉映。
56
Sweet love， renew thy force； be it not said
Thy edge should blunter be than appetite，
Which but to-day by feeding is allay’d，
To-morrow sharpened in his former might：
So， love， be thou， although to-day thou fill
Thy hungry eyes， even till they wink with fulness，
To-morrow see again， and do not kill
The spirit of love， with a perpetual dulness.
Let this sad interim like the ocean be
Which parts the shore， where two contracted new
Come daily to the banks， that when they see
Return of love， more blest may be the view；
Else call it winter， which being full of care，
Makes summer’s welcome， thrice more wished，
[more rare.
五六
温柔的爱，恢复你的劲：别被说
你的刀锋赶不上食欲那样快，
食欲只今天饱餐后暂觉满足，
到明天又照旧一样饕餮起来：
愿你，爱呵，也一样：你那双饿眼
尽管今天已饱看到腻得直眨，
明天还得看，别让长期的瘫痪
把那爱情的精灵活生生窒煞：
让这凄凉的间歇恰像那隔断
两岸的海洋，那里一对新情侣[9]
每天到岸边相会，当他们看见
爱的来归，心里感到加倍欢愉；
否则，唤它作冬天，充满了忧悒，
使夏至三倍受欢迎，三倍希奇。
57
Being your slave what should I do but tend，
Upon the hours， and times of your desire?
I have no precious time at all to spend；
Nor services to do， till you require.
Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour，
Whilst I， my sovereign， watch the clock for you，
Nor think the bitterness of absence sour，
When you have bid your servant once adieu；
Nor dare I question with my jealous thought
Where you may be， or your affairs suppose，
But， like a sad slave， stay and think of nought
Save， where you are， how happy you make those.
So true a fool is love， that in your will，
Though you do anything， he thinks no ill.
五七
既然是你奴隶，我有什么可做，
除了时时刻刻伺候你的心愿？
我毫无宝贵的时间可以[10]消磨，
也无事可做，直到你有所驱遣。
我不敢骂那绵绵无尽的时刻，
当我为你，主人，把时辰来看守；
也不敢埋怨别离是多么残酷，
在你已经把你的仆人辞退后；
也不敢用妒忌的念头去探索
你究竟在哪里，或者为什么忙碌，
只是，像个可怜的奴隶，呆想着
你所在的地方，人们会多幸福。
爱这呆子是那么无救药的呆
凭你为所欲为，他都不觉得坏。
58
That god forbid， that made me first your slave，
I should in thought control your times of pleasure，
Or at your hand the account of hours to crave，
Being your vassal， bound to stay your leisure！
O！ let me suffer， being at your beck，
The imprison’d absence of your liberty；
And patience， tame to sufferance， bide each check，
Without accusing you of injury.
Be where you list， your charter is so strong
That you yourself may privilage your time
To what you will； to you it doth belong
Yourself to pardon of self-doing crime.
I am to wait， though waiting so be hell，
Not blame your pleasure be it ill or well.
五八
那使我做你奴隶的神不容我，
如果我要管制你行乐的时光，
或者清算你怎样把日子消磨，
既然是奴隶，就得听从你放浪：
让我忍受，既然什么都得依你，
你那自由的离弃（于我是监牢）；
让忍耐，惯了，接受每一次申斥，
绝不会埋怨你对我损害分毫。
无论你高兴到哪里，你那契约
那么有效，你自有绝对的主权
去支配你的时间；你犯的罪过
你也有主权随意把自己赦免。
我只能等待，虽然等待是地狱，
不责备你行乐，任它是善或恶。
59
If there be nothing new， but that which is
Hath been before， how are our brains beguil’d，
Which labouring for invention bear amiss
The second burthen of a former child！
O！ that record could with a backward look，
Even of five hundred courses of the sun，
Show me your image in some antique book，
Since mind at first in character was done！
That I might see what the old world could say
To this composed wonder of your frame；
Whether we are mended， or where better they，
Or whether revolution be the same.
O！ sure I am the wits of former days，
To subjects worse have given admiring praise.
五九
如果天下无新事，现在的种种
从前都有过，我们的头脑多上当，
当它苦心要创造，却怀孕成功
一个前代有过的婴孩的重担！
哦，但愿历史能用回溯的眼光
（纵使太阳已经运行了五百周），
在古书里对我显示你的肖像，
自从心灵第一次写成了句读！——
让我晓得古人曾经怎样说法，
关于你那雍容的体态的神奇；
是我们高明，还是他们优越，
或者所谓演变其实并无二致。
哦，我敢肯定，不少才子在前代
曾经赞扬过远不如你的题材。
60
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore，
So do our minutes hasten to their end；
Each changing place with that which goes before，
In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
Nativity， once in the main of light，
Crawls to maturity， wherewith being crown’d，
Crooked eclipses ’gainst his glory fight，
And Time that gave doth now his gift confound.
Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth
And delves the parallels in beauty’s brow，
Feeds on the rarities of nature’s truth，
And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow：
And yet to times in hope， my verse shall stand.
Praising thy worth， despite his cruel hand.
六〇
像波浪滔滔不息地滚向沙滩：
我们的光阴息息奔赴着终点；
后浪和前浪不断地循环替换，
前推后涌[11]，一个个在奋勇争先。
生辰，一度涌现于光明的金海，
爬行到壮年，然后，既登上极顶，
凶冥的日蚀便遮没它的光彩，
时光又撕毁了它从前的赠品。
时光戳破了青春颊上的光艳，
在美的前额挖下深陷的战壕，
自然的至珍都被它肆意狂啖，
一切挺立的都难逃它的镰刀：
可是我的诗未来将屹立千古，
歌颂你的美德，不管它多残酷！
61
Is it thy will， thy image should keep open
My heavy eyelids to the weary night?
Dost thou desire my slumbers should be broken，
While shadows like to thee do mock my sight?
Is it thy spirit that thou send’st from thee
So far from home into my deeds to pry，
To find out shames and idle hours in me，
The scope and tenure of thy jealousy?
O， no！ thy love， though much， is not so great：
It is my love that keeps mine eye awake：
Mine own true love that doth my rest defeat，
To play the watchman ever for thy sake：
For thee watch I， whilst thou dost wake elsewhere，
From me far off， with others all too near.
六一
你是否故意用影子使我垂垂
欲闭的眼睛睁向厌厌的长夜？
你是否要我辗转反侧不成寐，
用你的影子来玩弄我的视野？
那可是从你那里派来的灵魂
远离了家园，来刺探我的行为，
来找我的荒废和耻辱的时辰，
和执行你的妒忌的职权和范围？
不呀！你的爱，虽多，并不那么大：
是我的爱使我张开我的眼睛，
是我的真情把我的睡眠打垮，
为你的缘故一夜守候到天明！
我为你守夜，而你在别处清醒，
远远背着我，和别人却太靠近。
62
Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye
And all my soul， and all my every part；
And for this sin there is no remedy，
It is so grounded inward in my heart.
Methinks no face so gracious is as mine，
No shape so true， no truth of such account；
And for myself mine own worth do define，
As I all other in all worths surmount.
But when my glass shows me myself indeed
Beated and chopp’d with tanned antiquity，
Mine own self-love quite contrary I read；
Self so self-loving were iniquity.
’Tis thee， myself， that for myself I praise，
Painting my age with beauty of thy days.
六二
自爱这罪恶占据着我的眼睛，
我整个的灵魂和我身体各部；
而对这罪恶什么药石都无灵，
在我心内扎根扎得那么深固。
我相信我自己的眉目最秀丽，
态度最率真，胸怀又那么俊伟；
我的优点对我这样估计自己：
不管哪一方面我都出类拔萃。
但当我的镜子照出我的真相，
全被那焦黑的老年剁得稀烂，
我对于自爱又有相反的感想：
这样溺爱着自己实在是罪愆。
我歌颂自己就等于把你歌颂，
用你的青春来粉刷我的隆冬。
63
Against my love shall be as I am now，
With Time’s injurious hand crush’d and o’erworn；
When hours have drain’d his blood and fill’d his brow
With lines and wrinkles； when his youthful morn
Hath travell’d on to age’s steepy night；
And all those beauties whereof now he’s king
Are vanishing， or vanished out of sight，
Stealing away the treasure of his spring；
For such a time do I now fortify
Against confounding age’s cruel knife，
That he shall never cut from memory
My sweet love’s beauty， though my lover’s life：
His beauty shall in these black lines be seen，
And they shall live， and he in them still green.
六三
像我现在一样，我爱人将不免
被时光的毒手所粉碎和消耗，
当时辰吮干他的血，使他的脸
布满了皱纹；当他韶年的清朝
已经爬到暮年的巉岩的黑夜，
使他所占领的一切风流逸韵
都渐渐消灭或已经全部消灭，
偷走了他的春天所有的至珍；
为那时候我现在就厉兵秣马
去抵抗凶暴时光的残酷利刃，
使他无法把我爱的芳菲抹煞，
虽则他能够砍断我爱的生命。
他的丰韵将在这些诗里现形，
墨迹长在，而他也将万古长青。
64
When I have seen by Time’s fell hand defac’d
The rich-proud cost of outworn buried age；
When sometime lofty towers I see down-raz’d，
And brass eternal slave to mortal rage；
When I have seen the hungry ocean gain
Advantage on the kingdom of the shore，
And the firm soil win of the watery main，
Increasing store with loss， and loss with store；
When I have seen such interchange of state，
Or state itself confounded， to decay；
Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate—
That Time will come and take my love away.
This thought is as a death which cannot choose
But weep to have that which it fears to lose.
六四
当我眼见前代的富丽和豪华
被时光的手毫不留情地磨灭；
当巍峨的塔我眼见沦为碎瓦，
连不朽的铜也不免一场浩劫；
当我眼见那欲壑难填的大海
一步一步把岸上的疆土侵蚀，
汪洋的水又渐渐被陆地覆盖，
失既变成了得，得又变成了失；
当我看见这一切扰攘和废兴，
或者连废兴一旦也化为乌有；
毁灭便教我再三这样地反省：
时光终要跑来把我的爱带走。
哦，多么致命的思想！它只能够
哭着去把那刻刻怕失去的占有。
65
Since brass， nor stone， nor earth， nor boundless sea，
But sad mortality o’ersways their power，
How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea，
Whose action is no stronger than a flower?
O！ how shall summer’s honey breath hold out，
Against the wrackful siege of battering days，
When rocks impregnable are not so stout，
Nor gates of steel so strong but Time decays?
O fearful meditation！ where， alack，
Shall Time’s best jewel from Time’s chest lie hid?
Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back?
Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid?
O！ none， unless this miracle have might，
That in black ink my love may still shine bright.
六五
既然铜、石，或大地，或无边的海，
没有不屈服于那阴惨的无常，
美，她的活力比一朵花还柔脆，
怎能和他那肃杀的严威抵抗？
哦，夏天温馨的呼息怎能支持
残暴的日子刻刻猛烈的轰炸，
当岩石，无论多么险固，或钢扉，
无论多坚强，都要被时光熔化？
哦，骇人的思想！时光的珍饰，唉，
怎能够不被收进时光的宝箱？
什么劲手能挽他的捷足回来，
或者谁能禁止他把美丽夺抢？
哦，没有谁，除非这奇迹有力量：
我的爱在翰墨里永久放光芒。
66
Tired with all these， for restful death I cry，
As to behold desert a beggar born，
And needy nothing trimm’d in jollity，
And purest faith unhappily forsworn，
And gilded honour shamefully misplac’d，
And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted，
And right perfection wrongfully disgrac’d，
And strength by limping sway disabled
And art made tongue-tied by authority，
And folly， doctor-like， controlling skill，
And simple truth miscall’d simplicity，
And captive good attending captain ill：
Tir"d with all these， from these would I be gone，
Save that， to die， I leave my love alone.
六六
厌了这一切，我向安息的死疾呼，
比方，眼见天才注定做叫化子，
无聊的草包打扮得衣冠楚楚，
纯洁的信义不幸而被人背弃，
金冠可耻地戴在行尸的头上，
处女的贞操遭受暴徒的玷辱，
严肃的正义被人非法地诟让，
壮士被当权的跛子弄成残缺，
愚蠢摆起博士架子驾驭才能，
艺术被官府统治得结舌箝口，
淳朴的真诚被人瞎称为愚笨，
囚徒“善”不得不把统帅“恶”伺候：
厌了这一切，我要离开人寰，
但，我一死，我的爱人便孤单。
67
Ah！ wherefore with infection should he live，
And with his presence grace impiety，
That sin by him advantage should achieve，
And lace itself with his society?
Why should false painting imitate his cheek，
And steel dead seeming of his living hue?
Why should poor beauty indirectly seek
Roses of shadow， since his rose is true?
Why should he live， now Nature bankrupt is，
Beggar"d of blood to blush through lively veins?
For she hath no exchequer now but his，
And proud of many， lives upon his gains.
O！ him she stores， to show what wealth she had
In days long since， before these last so bad.
六七
唉，我的爱为什么要和臭腐同居，
把他的绰约的丰姿让人亵渎，
以至罪恶得以和他结成伴侣，
涂上纯洁的外表来眩耀耳目？
骗人的脂粉为什么要替他写真，
从他的奕奕神采偷取死形似？
为什么，既然他是玫瑰花的真身，
可怜的美还要找玫瑰的影子？
为什么他得活着，当造化破了产，
缺乏鲜血去灌注淡红的脉络？
因为造化现在只有他作富源，
自夸富有，却靠他的利润过活。
哦，她珍藏他，为使荒歉的今天
认识从前曾有过怎样的丰年。
68
Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn，
When beauty lived and died as flowers do now，
Before these bastard signs of fair were born，
Or durst inhabit on a living brow；
Before the golden tresses of the dead，
The right of sepulchres， were shorn away，
To live a second life on second head；
Ere beauty’s dead fleece made another gay：
In him those holy antique hours are seen，
Without all ornament， itself and true，
Making no summer of another’s green，
Robbing no old to dress his beauty new；
And him as for a map doth Nature store，
To show false Art what beauty was of yore.
六八
这样，他的朱颜是古代的图志，
那时美开了又谢像今天花一样，
那时冒牌的艳色还未曾出世，
或未敢公然高据活人的额上，
那时死者的美发，坟墓的财产，
还未被偷剪下来，去活第二回
在第二个头上[12]；那时美的死金鬟
还未被用来使别人显得华贵：
这圣洁的古代在他身上呈现，
赤裸裸的真容，毫无一点铅华，
不用别人的青翠做他的夏天，
不掠取旧脂粉妆饰他的鲜花；
就这样造化把他当图志珍藏，
让假艺术赏识古代美的真相。
69
Those parts of thee that the world’s eye doth view
Want nothing that the thought of hearts can mend；
All tongues—the voice of souls—give thee that due，
Uttering bare truth， even so as foes commend.
Thy outward thus with outward praise is crown’d；
But those same tongues， that give thee so thine own，
In other accents do this praise confound
By seeing farther than the eye hath shown.
They look into the beauty of thy mind，
And that in guess they measure by thy deeds；
Then， churls， their thoughts， although their eyes
[were kind，
To thy fair flower add the rank smell of weeds：
But why thy odour matcheth not thy show，
The soil is this， that thou dost common grow.
六九
你那众目共睹的无瑕的芳容，
谁的心思都不能再加以增改；
众口，灵魂的声音，都一致赞同：
赤的真理，连仇人也无法掩盖。
这样，表面的赞扬载满你仪表；
但同一声音，既致应有的崇敬，
便另换口吻去把这赞扬勾消，
当心灵看到眼看不到的内心。
它们向你那灵魂的美的海洋
用你的操行作测量器去探究，
于是吝啬的思想，眼睛虽大方，
便加给你的鲜花以野草的恶臭：
为什么你的香味赶不上外观？
土壤是这样，你自然长得平凡。
70
That thou art blam’d shall not be thy defect，
For slander’s mark was ever yet the fair；
The ornament of beauty is suspect，
A crow that flies in heaven’s sweetest air.
So thou be good， slander doth but approve
Thy worth the greater being woo’d of time；
For canker vice the sweetest buds doth love，
And thou present’st a pure unstained prime.
Thou hast passed by the ambush of young days
Either not assail’d， or victor being charg’d；
Yet this thy praise cannot be so thy praise，
To tie up envy， evermore enlarg’d，
If some suspect of ill mask’d not thy show，
Then thou alone kingdoms of hearts shouldst owe.
七〇
你受人指摘，并不是你的瑕疵，
因为美丽永远是诽谤的对象；
美丽的无上的装饰就是猜疑，
像乌鸦在最晴朗的天空飞翔。
所以，检点些，谗言只能更恭维
你的美德，既然时光对你钟情；
因为恶蛆最爱那甜蜜的嫩蕊，
而你的正是纯洁无瑕的初春。
你已经越过年轻日子的埋伏，
或未遭遇袭击，或已克服敌手；
可是，对你这样的赞美并不足
堵住那不断扩大的嫉妒的口：
若没有猜疑把你的清光遮掩，
多少个心灵的王国将归你独占。
71
No longer mourn for me when I am dead
Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell
Give warning to the world that I am fled
From this vile world with vilest worms to dwell：
Nay， if you read this line， remember not
The hand that writ it， for I love you so，
That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot，
If thinking on me then should make you woe.
O！ if， I say you look upon this verse，
When I perhaps compounded am with clay，
Do not so much as my poor name rehearse；
But let your love even with my life decay；
Lest the wise world should look into your moan，
And mock you with me after I am gone.
七一
我死去的时候别再为我悲哀，
当你听见那沉重凄惨的葬钟
普告给全世界说我已经离开
这龌龊世界去伴最龌龊的虫：
不呀，当你读到这诗，别再记起
那写它的手；因为我爱到这样，
宁愿被遗忘在你甜蜜的心里，
如果想起我会使你不胜哀伤。
如果呀，我说，如果你看见这诗，
那时候或许我已经化作泥土，
连我这可怜的名字也别提起，
但愿你的爱与我的生命同腐。
免得这聪明世界猜透你的心，
在我死去后把你也当作笑柄。
72
O！ lest the world should task you to recite
What merit lived in me， that you should love
After my death，—dear love， forget me quite，
For you in me can nothing worthy prove；
Unless you would devise some virtuous lie，
To do more for me than mine own desert，
And hang more praise upon deceased I
Than niggard truth would willingly impart：
O！ lest your true love may seem false in this
That you for love speak well of me untrue，
My name be buried where my body is，
And live no more to shame nor me nor you.
For I am shamed by that which I bring forth，
And so should you， to love things nothing worth.
七二
哦，免得这世界要强逼你自招
我有什么好处，使你在我死后
依旧爱我，爱人呀，把我全忘掉，
因为我一点值得提的都没有；
除非你捏造出一些美丽的谎，
过分为我吹嘘我应有的价值，
把瞑目长眠的我阿谀和夸奖，
远超过鄙吝的事实所愿昭示：
哦，怕你的真爱因此显得虚伪，
怕你为爱的原故替我说假话，
愿我的名字永远和肉体同埋，
免得活下去把你和我都羞煞。
因为我可怜的作品使我羞惭，
而你爱不值得爱的，也该愧赧。
73
That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves， or none， or few， do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold，
Bare ruin’d choirs， where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou see’st the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west；
Which by and by black night doth take away，
Death"s second self， that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see’st the glowing of such fire，
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie，
As the death-bed， whereon it must expire，
Consum"d with that which it was nourish’d by.
This thou perceiv’st， which makes thy love
[more strong，
To love that well， which thou must leave ere long.
七三
在我身上你或许会看见秋天，
当黄叶，或尽脱，或只三三两两
挂在瑟缩的枯枝上索索抖颤——
荒废的歌坛，那里百鸟曾合唱。
在我身上你或许会看见暮霭，
它在日落后向西方徐徐消退：
黑夜，死的化身，渐渐把它赶开，
严静的安息笼住纷纭的万类。
在我身上你或许会看见余烬，
它在青春的寒灰里奄奄一息，
在惨淡灵床上早晚总要断魂，
给那滋养过它的烈焰所销毁。
看见了这些，你的爱就会加强，
因为他转瞬要辞你溘然长往。
74
But be contented： when that fell arrest
Without all bail shall carry me away，
My life hath in this line some interest，
Which for memorial still with thee shall stay.
When thou reviewest this， thou dost review
The very part was consecrate to thee：
The earth can have but earth， which is his due；
My spirit is thine， the better part of me：
So then thou hast but lost the dregs of life，
The prey of worms， my body being dead；
The coward conquest of a wretch’s knife，
Too base of thee to be remembered.
The worth of that is that which it contains，
And that is this， and this with thee remains.
七四
但是放心吧：当那无情的拘票
终于丝毫不宽假地把我带走，
我的生命在诗里将依然长保，
永生的纪念品，永久和你相守。
当你重读这些诗，就等于重读
我献给你的至纯无二的生命：
尘土只能有它的份，那就是尘土；
灵魂却属你，这才是我的真身。
所以你不过失掉生命的糟粕
（当我肉体死后），恶蛆们的食饵，
无赖的刀下一个怯懦的俘获，
太卑贱的秽物，不配被你记忆。
它唯一的价值就在它的内蕴，
那就是这诗：这诗将和它长存。
75
So are you to my thoughts as food to life，
Or as sweet-season’d showers are to the ground；
And for the peace of you I hold such strife
As ’twixt a miser and his wealth is found.
Now proud as an enjoyer， and anon
Doubting the filching age will steal his treasure；
Now counting best to be with you alone，
Then better’d that the world may see my pleasure：
Sometime all full with feasting on your sight，
And by and by clean starved for a look；
Possessing or pursuing no delight，
Save what is had， or must from you be took.
Thus do I pine and surfeit day by day，
Or gluttoning on all， or all away.
七五
我的心需要你，像生命需要食粮，
或者像大地需要及时的甘霖；
为你的安宁我内心那么凄惶
就像贪夫和他的财富作斗争：
他，有时自夸财主，然后又顾虑
这惯窃的时代会偷他的财宝；
我，有时觉得最好独自伴着你，
忽然又觉得该把你当众夸耀：
有时饱餐秀色后腻到化不开，
渐渐地又饿得慌要瞟你一眼；
既不占有也不追求别的欢快，
除掉那你已施或要施的恩典。
这样，我整天垂涎或整天不消化，
我狼吞虎咽，或一点也咽不下。
76
Why is my verse so barren of new pride，
So far from variation or quick change?
Why with the time do I not glance aside
To new-found methods， and to compounds strange?
Why write I still all one， ever the same，
And keep invention in a noted weed，
That every word doth almost tell my name，
Showing their birth， and where they did proceed?
O！ know sweet love I always write of you，
And you and love are still my argument；
So all my best is dressing old words new，
Spending again what is already spent：
For as the sun is daily new and old，
So is my love still telling what is told.
七六
为什么我的诗那么缺新光彩，
赶不上现代善变多姿的风尚？
为什么我不学时人旁征博采
那竞奇斗艳，穷妍极巧的新腔？
为什么我写的始终别无二致，
寓情思旨趣于一些老调陈言，
几乎每一句都说出我的名字，
透露它们的身世，它们的来源？
哦，须知道，我爱呵，我只把你描，
你和爱情就是我唯一的主题；
推陈出新是我的无上的诀窍，
我把开支过的，不断重新开支：
因为，正如太阳天天新天天旧，
我的爱把说过的事絮絮不休。
77
Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear，
Thy dial how thy precious minutes waste；
The vacant leaves thy mind’s imprint will bear，
And of this book， this learning mayst thou taste.
The wrinkles which thy glass will truly show
Of mouthed graves will give thee memory；
Thou by thy dial’s shady stealth mayst know
Time"s thievish progress to eternity.
Look what thy memory cannot contain，
Commit to these waste blanks， and thou shalt find
Those children nursed， deliver’d from thy brain，
To take a new acquaintance of thy mind.
These offices， so oft as thou wilt look，
Shall profit thee and much enrich thy book.
七七
镜子将告诉你朱颜怎样消逝，
日规怎样一秒秒耗去你的华年；
这白纸所要记录的你的心迹
将教你细细玩味下面的教言。
你的镜子所忠实反映的皱纹
将令你记起那张开口的坟墓；
从日规上阴影的潜移你将认清
时光走向永劫的悄悄的脚步。
看，把记忆所不能保留的东西
交给这张白纸，在那里面你将
看见你精神的产儿受到抚育，
使你重新认识你心灵的本相。
这些日课，只要你常拿来重温，
将有利于你，并丰富你的书本。
78
So oft have I invoked thee for my Muse，
And found such fair assistance in my verse
As every alien pen hath got my use
And under thee their poesy disperse.
Thine eyes， that taught the dumb on high to sing
And heavy ignorance aloft to fly，
Have added feathers to the learned’s wing
And given grace a double majesty.
Yet be most proud of that which I compile，
Whose influence is thine， and born of thee：
In others’ works thou dost but mend the style，
And arts with thy sweet graces graced be；
But thou art all my art， and dost advance
As high as learning， my rude ignorance.
七八
我常常把你当诗神向你祷告，
在诗里找到那么有力的神助，
以致凡陌生的笔都把我仿效，
在你名义下把他们的诗散布。
你的眼睛，曾教会哑巴们歌唱，
曾教会沉重的愚昧高飞上天，
又把新羽毛加给博学的翅膀，
加给温文尔雅以两重的尊严。
可是我的诗应该最使你骄傲，
它们的诞生全在你的感召下：
对别人的作品你只润饰格调，
用你的美在他们才华上添花。
但对于我，你就是我全部艺术，
把我的愚拙提到博学的高度。
79
Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid，
My verse alone had all thy gentle grace；
But now my gracious numbers are decay’d，
And my sick Muse doth give an other place.
I grant， sweet love， thy lovely argument
Deserves the travail of a worthier pen；
Yet what of thee thy poet doth invent
He robs thee of， and pays it thee again.
He lends thee virtue， and he stole that word
From thy behaviour； beauty doth he give，
And found it in thy cheek： he can afford
No praise to thee， but what in thee doth live.
Then thank him not for that which he doth say，
Since what he owes thee， thou thyself dost pay.
七九
当初我独自一个恳求你协助，
只有我的诗占有你一切妩媚；
但现在我清新的韵律既陈腐，
我的病诗神只好给别人让位。
我承认，爱呵，你这美妙的题材
值得更高明的笔的精写细描；
可是你的诗人不过向你还债，
他把夺自你的当作他的创造。
他赐你美德，美德这词他只从
你的行为偷取；他加给你秀妍，
其实从你颊上得来；他的歌颂
没有一句不是从你身上发见。
那么，请别感激他对你的称赞，
既然他只把欠你的向你偿还。
80
O！ how I faint when I of you do write，
Knowing a better spirit doth use your name，
And in the praise thereof spends all his might，
To make me tongue-tied speaking of your fame！
But since your worth， wide as the ocean is，
The humble as the proudest sail doth bear，
My saucy bark， inferior far to his，
On your broad main doth wilfully appear.
Your shallowest help will hold me up afloat，
Whilst he upon your soundless deep doth ride；
Or， being wrack’d， I am a worthless boat，
He of tall building， and of goodly pride：
Then if he thrive and I be cast away，
The worst was this， my love was my decay.
八〇
哦，我写到你的时候多么气馁，
得知有更大的天才利用你名字，
他不惜费尽力气去把你赞美，
使我箝口结舌，一提起你声誉！
但你的价值，像海洋一样无边，
不管轻舟或艨艟同样能载起，
我这莽撞的艇，尽管小得可怜，
也向你茫茫的海心大胆行驶。
你最浅的滩濑已足使我浮泛，
而他岸岸然驶向你万顷汪洋；
或者，万一覆没，我只是片轻帆，
他却是结构雄伟，气宇轩昂：
如果他安全到达，而我遭失败，
最不幸的是：毁我的是我的爱。