莎士比亚诗歌英文鉴赏

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　　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 cheque'd 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.

　　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 yourself 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 your 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 yourself in eyes of men.

　　To give away yourself keeps yourself still,

　　And you must live, drawn by your own sweet skill.

　　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 fill'd 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 touch'd earthly faces.'

　　So should my papers, yellow'd with their age,

　　Be scorn'd, like old men of less truth than tongue,

　　And your true rights be term'd 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.

　　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 dimm'd;

　　And every fair from fair sometime declines,

　　By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;

　　But thy eternal summer shall not fade

　　Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;

　　Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,

　　When in eternal lines to time thou growest:

　　So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,

　　So long lives this and this gives life to thee.

　　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。