莎士比亚诗中英文（20首莎士比亚的十四行诗）

莎士比亚诗中英文（20首莎士比亚的十四行诗）Making a famine where abundance liesFeed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuelBut as the riper should by time deceaseHis tender heir might bear his memory:But thou contracted to thine own bright eyes

by William Shakespeare

1

From fairest creatures we desire increase

That thereby beauty's rose might never die

But as the riper should by time decease

His tender heir might bear his memory:

But thou contracted to thine own bright eyes

Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel

Making a famine where abundance lies

Thy self thy foe to thy sweet self too cruel:

Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament

And only herald to the gaudy spring

Within thine own bud buriest thy content

And tender churl mak'st waste in niggarding:

Pity the world or else this glutton be

To eat the world's due by the grave and thee.

一

对天生的尤物我们要求蕃盛，

以便美的玫瑰永远不会枯死，

但开透的花朵既要及时雕零，

就应把记忆交给娇嫩的后嗣；

但你，只和你自己的明眸定情，

把自己当燃料喂养眼中的火焰，

和自己作对，待自己未免太狠，

把一片丰沃的土地变成荒田。

你现在是大地的清新的点缀，

又是锦绣阳春的唯一的前锋，

为什么把富源葬送在嫩蕊里，

温柔的鄙夫，要吝啬，反而浪用？

可怜这个世界吧，要不然，贪夫，

就吞噬世界的份，由你和坟墓。

2

When forty winters shall besiege thy brow

And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field

Thy youth's proud livery so gazed on now

Will be a tattered weed of small worth held:

Then being asked where all thy beauty lies

Where all the treasure of thy lusty days;

To say within thine own deep sunken eyes

Were an all-eating shame and thriftless praise.

How much more praise deserved thy beauty's use

If thou couldst answer 'This fair child of mine

Shall sum my count and make my old excuse'

Proving his beauty by succession thine.

This were to be new made when thou art old

And see thy blood warm when thou feel'st it cold.

二

当四十个冬天围攻你的朱颜，

在你美的园地挖下深的战壕，

你青春的华服，那么被人艳羡，

将成褴褛的败絮，谁也不要瞧：

那时人若问起你的美在何处，

哪里是你那少壮年华的宝藏，

你说，"在我这双深陷的眼眶里，

是贪婪的羞耻，和无益的颂扬。"

你的美的用途会更值得赞美，

如果你能够说，"我这宁馨小童

将总结我的账，宽恕我的老迈，"

证实他的美在继承你的血统！

这将使你在衰老的暮年更生，

并使你垂冷的血液感到重温。

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3

Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest

Now is the time that face should form another

Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest

Thou dost beguile the world unbless some mother.

For where is she so fair whose uneared womb

Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry?

Or who is he so fond will be the tomb

Of his self-love to stop posterity?

Thou art thy mother's glass and she in thee

Calls back the lovely April of her prime

So thou through windows of thine age shalt see

Despite of wrinkles this thy golden time.

But if thou live remembered not to be

Die single and thine image dies with thee.

三

照照镜子，告诉你那镜中的脸庞，

说现在这庞儿应该另造一副；

如果你不赶快为它重修殿堂，

就欺骗世界，剥掉母亲的幸福。

因为哪里会有女人那么淑贞

她那处女的胎不愿被你耕种？

哪里有男人那么蠢，他竟甘心

做自己的坟墓，绝自己的血统？

你是你母亲的镜子，在你里面

她唤回她的盛年的芳菲四月：

同样，从你暮年的窗你将眺见--

纵皱纹满脸--你这黄金的岁月。

但是你活着若不愿被人惦记，

就独自死去，你的肖像和你一起。

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4

Unthrifty loveliness why dost thou spend

Upon thy self thy beauty's legacy?

Nature's bequest gives nothing but doth lend

And being frank she lends to those are free:

Then beauteous niggard why dost thou abuse

The bounteous largess given thee to give?

Profitless usurer why dost thou use

So great a sum of sums yet canst not live?

For having traffic with thy self alone

Thou of thy self thy sweet self dost deceive

Then how when nature calls thee to be gone

What acceptable audit canst thou leave?

Thy unused beauty must be tombed with thee

Which used lives th' executor to be.

四

俊俏的浪子，为什么把你那份

美的遗产在你自己身上耗尽？

造化的馈赠非赐予，她只出赁；

她慷慨，只赁给宽宏大量的人。

那么，美丽的鄙夫，为什么滥用

那交给你转交给别人的厚礼？

赔本的高利贷者，为什么浪用

那么一笔大款，还不能过日子？

因为你既然只和自己做买卖，

就等于欺骗你那妩媚的自我。

这样，你将拿什么账目去交代，

当造化唤你回到她怀里长卧？

你未用过的美将同你进坟墓；

用呢，就活着去执行你的遗嘱。

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Those hours that with gentle work did frame

The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell

Will play the tyrants to the very same

And that unfair which fairly doth excel:

For never-resting time leads summer on

To hideous winter and confounds him there

Sap checked with frost and lusty leaves quite gone

Beauty o'er-snowed and bareness every where:

Then were not summer's distillation left

A liquid prisoner pent in walls of glass

Beauty's effect with beauty were bereft

Nor it nor no remembrance what it was.

But flowers distilled though they with winter meet

Leese but their show their substance still lives sweet.

五

那些时辰曾经用轻盈的细工

织就这众目共注的可爱明眸，

终有天对它摆出魔王的面孔，

把绝代佳丽剁成龙锺的老丑：

因为不舍昼夜的时光把盛夏

带到狰狞的冬天去把它结果；

生机被严霜窒息，绿叶又全下，

白雪掩埋了美，满目是赤裸裸：

那时候如果夏天尚未经提炼，

让它凝成香露锁在玻璃瓶里，

美和美的流泽将一起被截断，

美，和美的记忆都无人再提起：

但提炼过的花，纵和冬天抗衡，

只失掉颜色，却永远吐着清芬。

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Then let not winter's ragged hand deface

In thee thy summer ere thou be distilled:

Make sweet some vial; treasure thou some place

With beauty's treasure ere it be self-killed:

That use is not forbidden usury

Which happies those that pay the willing loan;

That's for thy self to breed another thee

Or ten times happier be it ten for one

Ten times thy self were happier than thou art

If ten of thine ten times refigured thee:

Then what could death do if thou shouldst depart

Leaving thee living in posterity?

Be not self-willed for thou art much too fair

To be death's conquest and make worms thine heir.

六

那么，别让冬天嶙峋的手抹掉

你的夏天，在你未经提炼之前：

熏香一些瓶子；把你美的财宝

藏在宝库里，趁它还未及消散。

这样的借贷并不是违禁取利，

既然它使那乐意纳息的高兴；

这是说你该为你另生一个你，

或者，一个生十，就十倍地幸运；

十倍你自己比你现在更快乐，

如果你有十个儿子来重现你：

这样，即使你长辞，死将奈你何，

既然你继续活在你的后裔里？

别任性：你那么标致，何必甘心

做死的胜利品，让蛆虫做子孙。

7

Lo in the orient when the gracious light

Lifts up his burning head each under eye

Doth homage to his new-appearing sight

Serving with looks his sacred majesty

And having climbed the steep-up heavenly hill

Resembling strong youth in his middle age

Yet mortal looks adore his beauty still

Attending on his golden pilgrimage:

But when from highmost pitch with weary car

Like feeble age he reeleth from the day

The eyes (fore duteous) now converted are

From his low tract and look another way:

So thou thy self out-going in thy noon:

Unlooked on diest unless thou get a son.

七

看，当普照万物的太阳从东方

抬起了火红的头，下界的眼睛

都对他初升的景象表示敬仰，

用目光来恭候他神圣的驾临；

然后他既登上了苍穹的极峰，

像精力饱满的壮年，雄姿英发，

万民的眼睛依旧膜拜他的峥嵘，

紧紧追随着他那疾驰的金驾。

但当他，像耄年拖着尘倦的车轮，

从绝顶颤巍巍地离开了白天，

众目便一齐从他下沉的足印

移开它们那原来恭顺的视线。

同样，你的灿烂的日中一消逝，

你就会悄悄死去，如果没后嗣。

梁宗岱 译 -莎士比亚-十四行诗集

8

Music to hear why hear'st thou music sadly?

Sweets with sweets war not joy delights in joy:

Why lov'st thou that which thou receiv'st not gladly

Or else receiv'st with pleasure thine annoy?

If the true concord of well-tuned sounds

By unions married do offend thine ear

They do but sweetly chide thee who confounds

In singleness the parts that thou shouldst bear:

Mark how one string sweet husband to another

Strikes each in each by mutual ordering;

Resembling sire and child and happy mother

Who all in one one pleasing note do sing:

Whose speechless song being many seeming one

Sings this to thee 'Thou single wilt prove none'.

八

我的音乐，为何听音乐会生悲？

甜蜜不相克，快乐使快乐欢笑。

为何爱那你不高兴爱的东西，

或者为何乐于接受你的烦恼？

如果悦耳的声音的完美和谐

和亲挚的协调会惹起你烦忧，

它们不过委婉地责备你不该

用独奏窒息你心中那部合奏。

试看这一根弦，另一根的良人，

怎样融洽地互相呼应和振荡；

宛如父亲、儿子和快活的母亲，

它们联成了一片，齐声在欢唱。

它们的无言之歌都异曲同工

对你唱着："你独身就一切皆空。"

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Is it for fear to wet a widow's eye

That thou consum'st thy self in single life?

Ah if thou issueless shalt hap to die

The world will wail thee like a makeless wife

The world will be thy widow and still weep

That thou no form of thee hast left behind

When every private widow well may keep

By children's eyes her husband's shape in mind:

Look what an unthrift in the world doth spend

Shifts but his place for still the world enjoys it;

But beauty's waste hath in the world an end

And kept unused the user so destroys it:

No love toward others in that bosom sits

That on himself such murd'rous shame commits.

九

是否因为怕打湿你寡妇的眼，

你在独身生活里消磨你自己？

哦，如果你不幸无后离开人间，

世界就要哀哭你，像丧偶的妻。

世界将是你寡妇，她永远伤心

你生前没给她留下你的容貌；

其他的寡妇，靠儿女们的眼睛，

反能把良人的肖像在心里长保。

看吧，浪子在世上的种种浪费

只换了主人，世界仍然在享受；

但美的消耗在人间将有终尾：

留着不用，就等于任由它腐朽。

这样的心决不会对别人有爱，

既然它那么忍心把自己戕害。

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For shame deny that thou bear'st love to any

Who for thy self art so unprovident.

Grant if thou wilt thou art beloved of many

But that thou none lov'st is most evident:

For thou art so possessed with murd'rous hate

That 'gainst thy self thou stick'st not to conspire

Seeking that beauteous roof to ruinate

Which to repair should be thy chief desire:

O change thy thought that I may change my mind

Shall hate be fairer lodged than gentle love?

Be as thy presence is gracious and kind

Or to thy self at least kind-hearted prove

Make thee another self for love of me

That beauty still may live in thine or thee.

一○

羞呀，否认你并非不爱任何人，

对待你自己却那么欠缺绸缪。

承认，随你便，许多人对你钟情，

但说你并不爱谁，谁也要点头。

因为怨毒的杀机那么缠住你，

你不惜多方设计把自己戕害，

锐意摧残你那座峥嵘的殿宇，

你唯一念头却该是把它重盖。

哦，赶快回心吧，让我也好转意！

难道憎比温婉的爱反得处优？

你那么貌美，愿你也一样心慈，

否则至少对你自己也要温柔。

另造一个你吧，你若是真爱我，

让美在你儿子或你身上永活。

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As fast as thou shalt wane so fast thou grow'st

In one of thine from that which thou departest

And that fresh blood which youngly thou bestow'st

Thou mayst call thine when thou from youth convertest

Herein lives wisdom beauty and increase

Without this folly age and cold decay

If all were minded so the times should cease

And threescore year would make the world away:

Let those whom nature hath not made for store

Harsh featureless and rude barrenly perish:

Look whom she best endowed she gave thee more;

Which bounteous gift thou shouldst in bounty cherish:

She carved thee for her seal and meant thereby

Thou shouldst print more not let that copy die.

一一

和你一样快地消沉，你的儿子，

也将一样快在世界生长起来；

你灌注给青春的这新鲜血液

仍将是你的，当青春把你抛开。

这里面活着智慧、美丽和昌盛；

没有这，便是愚蠢、衰老和腐朽：

人人都这样想，就要钟停漏尽，

六十年便足使世界化为乌有。

让那些人生来不配生育传宗，

粗鲁、丑陋和笨拙，无后地死去；

造化的至宠，她的馈赠也最丰，

该尽量爱惜她这慷慨的赐予：

她把你刻做她的印，意思是要

你多印几份，并非要毁掉原稿。

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When I do count the clock that tells the time

And see the brave day sunk in hideous night

When I behold the violet past prime

And sable curls all silvered o'er with white:

When lofty trees I see barren of leaves

Which erst from heat did canopy the herd

And summer's green all girded up in sheaves

Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard:

Then of thy beauty do I question make

That thou among the wastes of time must go

Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake

And die as fast as they see others grow

And nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make defence

Save breed to brave him when he takes thee hence.

一二

当我数着壁上报时的自鸣钟，

见明媚的白昼坠入狰狞的夜，

当我凝望着紫罗兰老了春容，

青丝的卷发遍洒着皑皑白雪；

当我看见参天的树枝叶尽脱，

它不久前曾荫蔽喘息的牛羊；

夏天的青翠一束一束地就缚，

带着坚挺的白须被舁上殓床；

于是我不禁为你的朱颜焦虑：

终有天你要加入时光的废堆，

既然美和芳菲都把自己抛弃，

眼看着别人生长自己却枯萎；

没什么抵挡得住时光的毒手，

除了生育，当他来要把你拘走。

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O that you were your self but love you are

No longer yours than you your self here live

Against this coming end you should prepare

And your sweet semblance to some other give.

So should that beauty which you hold in lease

Find no determination then you were

Your self again after your self's decease

When your sweet issue your sweet form should bear.

Who lets so fair a house fall to decay

Which husbandry in honour might uphold

Against the stormy gusts of winter's day

And barren rage of death's eternal cold?

O none but unthrifts dear my love you know

You had a father let your son say so.

一三

哦，但愿你是你自己，但爱呀，你

终非你有，当你不再活在世上：

对这将临的日子你得要准备，

快交给别人你那俊秀的肖像。

这样，你所租赁的朱颜就永远

不会有满期；于是你又将变成

你自己，当你已经离开了人间，

既然你儿子保留着你的倩影。

谁肯让一座这样的华厦倾颓，

如果小心地看守便可以维护

它的光彩，去抵抗隆冬的狂吹

和那冷酷的死神无情的暴怒？

哦，除非是浪子；我爱呀，你知道

你有父亲；让你儿子也可自豪。

14

Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck

And yet methinks I have astronomy

But not to tell of good or evil luck

Of plagues of dearths or seasons' quality

Nor can I fortune to brief minutes tell;

Pointing to each his thunder rain and wind

Or say with princes if it shall go well

By oft predict that I in heaven find.

But from thine eyes my knowledge I derive

And constant stars in them I read such art

As truth and beauty shall together thrive

If from thy self to store thou wouldst convert:

Or else of thee this I prognosticate

Thy end is truth's and beauty's doom and date.

一四

并非从星辰我采集我的推断；

可是我以为我也精通占星学，

但并非为了推算气运的通蹇，

以及饥荒、瘟疫或四时的风色；

我也不能为短促的时辰算命，

指出每个时辰的雷电和风雨，

或为国王占卜流年是否亨顺，

依据我常从上苍探得的天机。

我的术数只得自你那双明眸，

恒定的双星，它们预兆这吉祥：

只要你回心转意肯储蓄传后，

真和美将双双偕你永世其昌。

要不然关于你我将这样昭示：

你的末日也就是真和美的死。

15

When I consider every thing that grows

Holds in perfection but a little moment.

That this huge stage presenteth nought but shows

Whereon the stars in secret influence comment.

When I perceive that men as plants increase

Cheered and checked even by the self-same sky:

Vaunt in their youthful sap at height decrease

And wear their brave state out of memory.

Then the conceit of this inconstant stay

Sets you most rich in youth before my sight

Where wasteful time debateth with decay

To change your day of youth to sullied night

And all in war with Time for love of you

As he takes from you I engraft you new.

一五

当我默察一切活泼泼的生机

保持它们的芳菲都不过一瞬，

宇宙的舞台只搬弄一些把戏

被上苍的星宿在冥冥中牵引；

当我发觉人和草木一样蕃衍，

任同一的天把他鼓励和阻挠，

少壮时欣欣向荣，盛极又必反，

繁华和璀璨都被从记忆抹掉；

于是这一切奄忽浮生的征候

便把妙龄的你在我眼前呈列，

眼见残暴的时光与腐朽同谋，

要把你青春的白昼化作黑夜；

为了你的爱我将和时光争持：

他摧折你，我要把你重新接枝

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But wherefore do not you a mightier way

Make war upon this bloody tyrant Time?

And fortify your self in your decay

With means more blessed than my barren rhyme?

Now stand you on the top of happy hours

And many maiden gardens yet unset

With virtuous wish would bear you living flowers

Much liker than your painted counterfeit:

So should the lines of life that life repair

Which this (Time's pencil) or my pupil pen

Neither in inward worth nor outward fair

Can make you live your self in eyes of men.

To give away your self keeps your self still

And you must live drawn by your own sweet skill.

一六

但是为什么不用更凶的法子

去抵抗这血淋淋的魔王--时光？

不用比我的枯笔吉利的武器，

去防御你的衰朽，把自己加强？

你现在站在黄金时辰的绝顶，

许多少女的花园，还未经播种，

贞洁地切盼你那绚烂的群英，

比你的画像更酷肖你的真容：

只有生命的线能把生命重描；

时光的画笔，或者我这枝弱管，

无论内心的美或外貌的姣好，

都不能使你在人们眼前活现。

献出你自己依然保有你自己，

而你得活着，靠你自己的妙笔。

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Who will believe my verse in time to come

If it were filled with your most high deserts?

Though yet heaven knows it is but as a tomb

Which hides your life and shows not half your parts:

If I could write the beauty of your eyes

And in fresh numbers number all your graces

The age to come would say this poet lies

Such heavenly touches ne'er touched earthly faces.

So should my papers (yellowed with their age)

Be scorned like old men of less truth than tongue

And your true rights be termed a poet's rage

And stretched metre of an antique song.

But were some child of yours alive that time

You should live twice in it and in my rhyme.

一七

未来的时代谁会相信我的诗，

如果它充满了你最高的美德？

虽然，天知道，它只是一座墓地

埋着你的生命和一半的本色。

如果我写得出你美目的流盼，

用清新的韵律细数你的秀妍，

未来的时代会说："这诗人撒谎：

这样的天姿哪里会落在人间！"

于是我的诗册，被岁月所熏黄，

就要被人藐视，像饶舌的老头；

你的真容被诬作诗人的疯狂，

以及一支古歌的夸张的节奏：

但那时你若有个儿子在人世，

你就活两次：在他身上，在诗里。

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Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

Thou art more lovely and more temperate:

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May

And summer's lease hath all too short a date:

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines

And often is his gold complexion dimmed

And every fair from fair sometime declines

By chance or nature's changing course untrimmed:

But thy eternal summer shall not fade

Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st

Nor shall death brag thou wand'rest in his shade

When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see

So long lives this and this gives life to thee.

一八

我怎么能够把你来比作夏天？

你不独比它可爱也比它温婉：

狂风把五月宠爱的嫩蕊作践，

夏天出赁的期限又未免太短：

天上的眼睛有时照得太酷烈，

它那炳耀的金颜又常遭掩蔽：

被机缘或无常的天道所摧折，

没有芳艳不终于雕残或销毁。

但是你的长夏永远不会雕落，

也不会损失你这皎洁的红芳，

或死神夸口你在他影里漂泊，

当你在不朽的诗里与时同长。

只要一天有人类，或人有眼睛，

这诗将长存，并且赐给你生命。

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Devouring Time blunt thou the lion's paws

And make the earth devour her own sweet brood

Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tiger's jaws

And burn the long-lived phoenix in her blood

Make glad and sorry seasons as thou fleet'st

And do whate'er thou wilt swift-footed Time

To the wide world and all her fading sweets:

But I forbid thee one most heinous crime

O carve not with thy hours my love's fair brow

Nor draw no lines there with thine antique pen

Him in thy course untainted do allow

For beauty's pattern to succeeding men.

Yet do thy worst old Time: despite thy wrong

My love shall in my verse ever live young.

一九

饕餮的时光，去磨钝雄狮的爪，

命大地吞噬自己宠爱的幼婴，

去猛虎的颚下把它利牙拔掉，

焚毁长寿的凤凰，灭绝它的种，

使季节在你飞逝时或悲或喜；

而且，捷足的时光，尽肆意地摧残

这大千世界和它易谢的芳菲；

只有这极恶大罪我禁止你犯：

哦，别把岁月刻在我爱的额上，

或用古老的铁笔乱画下皱纹：

在你的飞逝里不要把它弄脏，

好留给后世永作美丽的典型。

但，尽管猖狂，老时光，凭你多狠，

我的爱在我诗里将万古长青。

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A woman's face with nature's own hand painted

Hast thou the master mistress of my passion

A woman's gentle heart but not acquainted

With shifting change as is false women's fashion

An eye more bright than theirs less false in rolling:

Gilding the object whereupon it gazeth

A man in hue all hues in his controlling

Which steals men's eyes and women's souls amazeth.

And for a woman wert thou first created

Till nature as she wrought thee fell a-doting

And by addition me of thee defeated

By adding one thing to my purpose nothing.

But since she pricked thee out for women's pleasure

Mine be thy love and thy love's use their treasure.

二○

你有副女人的脸，由造化亲手

塑就，你，我热爱的情妇兼情郎；

有颗女人的温婉的心，但没有

反复和变幻，像女人的假心肠；

眼睛比她明媚，又不那么造作，

流盼把一切事物都镀上黄金；

绝世的美色，驾御着一切美色，

既使男人晕眩，又使女人震惊。

开头原是把你当女人来创造：

但造化塑造你时，不觉着了迷，

误加给你一件东西，这就剥掉

我的权利--这东西对我毫无意义。

但造化造你既专为女人愉快，

让我占有，而她们享受，你的爱。

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