莎士比亚英文情诗短句(莎士比亚浪漫情诗翻译及解析）

莎士比亚十四行诗

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。

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。

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。

5

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。

6

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。

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。"

9

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。

10

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。