SONNET #1
by: William Shakespeare
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,
Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel.
Thout that are 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.
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。
二
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 tottered 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 prasie 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 cold.
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。
三
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 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 rememb'red not to be,
Die single, and thine image dies with thee.
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。
四
UNTHRIFTY loveliness, why dost thou spend
Upon thyself they beauty's legacy?
Nature's bequest gives nothing but doth lend,
And, being frank, she lends to those are free.
Then, beateous niggard, why dost thou abuse
The bounteous largess given thee to give?
Profitless userer, why dost thou use
So great a sum of sums, yet canst not live?
For, having traffic with thyself alone,
Thou of thyself 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, usèd, lives th' executor to be.
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。
五
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'ersnowed and bareness everywhere.
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 there snow; their substance still lives sweet.
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。
三七
AS a decrepit father takes delight
To see his active child do deeds of youth,
So I, made lame by Fortune's dearest spite,
Take all my comfort of thy worth and truth.
For whether beauty, birth, or wealth, or wit,
Or any of these all, or all, or more,
Intitled in thy parts to crownèd sit,
I make my love ingrafted to this store.
So then I am not lame, poor, nor despised
Whilst that this shadow doth such substance give
That I in thy abundance am sufficed
And by a part of all thy glory live.
Look what is best, that best I wish in thee.
This wish I have; then ten times happy me!
像一个衰老的父亲高兴去看
活泼的儿子表演青春的伎俩，
同样，我，受了命运的恶毒摧残，
从你的精诚和美德找到力量。
因为，无论美、门第、财富或才华，
或这一切，或其一，或多于这一切，
在你身上登峰造极，我都把
我的爱在你这个宝藏上嫁接。
那么，我并不残废、贫穷、被轻藐，
既然这种种幻影都那么充实，
使我从你的富裕得满足，并倚靠
你的光荣的一部分安然度日。
看，生命的至宝，我暗祝你尽有：
既有这心愿，我便十倍地无忧。
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三六
LET me confess that we two must be twain
Although our individual loves are one:
So shall those blots that do with me remain,
Without thy help by me be borne alone.
In our two loves there is but one respect,
Though in our lives a separable spite,
Which though it alter not love's sole effect,
Yet doth it steal sweet hours from love's delight.
I may not evermore acknowledge thee,
Lest my bewailèd guilt should do thee shame;
Nor thou with public kindness honor me
Unless thou take that honor from thy name:
But do not so; I love thee in such sort
As, thou being mine, mine is thy good report.
让我承认我们俩一定要分离，
尽管我们那分不开的爱是一体：
这样，许多留在我身上的瑕疵，
将不用你分担，由我独自承起。
你我的相爱全出于一片至诚，
尽管不同的生活把我们隔开，
这纵然改变不了爱情的真纯，
却偷掉许多密约佳期的欢快。
我再也不会高声认你做知己，
生怕我可哀的罪过使你含垢，
你也不能再当众把我来赞美，
除非你甘心使你的名字蒙羞。
可别这样做；我既然这样爱你，
你是我的，我的荣光也属于你。
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三五
NO more be grieved at that which thou hast done:
Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud;
Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun,
And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud.
All men make faults, and even I in this,
Authorizing thy trespass with compare,
Myself corrupting, salving thy amiss,
Excusing thy sins more than thy sins are;
For to thy sensual fault I bring in sense
(Thy adverse party is thy advocate)
And 'gainst myself a lawful plea commence;
Such civil war is in my love and hate
That I an accessory needs must be
To that sweet thief which sourly robs me.
别再为你冒犯我的行为痛苦：
玫瑰花有刺，银色的泉有烂泥，
乌云和蚀把太阳和月亮玷污，
可恶的毛虫把香的嫩蕊盘据。
每个人都有错，我就犯了这点：
运用种种比喻来解释你的恶，
弄脏我自己来洗涤你的罪愆，
赦免你那无可赦免的大错过。
因为对你的败行我加以谅解——
你的原告变成了你的辩护士——
我对你起诉，反而把自己出卖：
爱和憎老在我心中互相排挤，
以致我不得不变成你的助手
去帮你劫夺我，你，温柔的小偷！
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三四
WHY didst thou promise such a beauteous day
And make me travel forth without my cloak,
To let base clouds o'ertake me in my way,
Hiding thy brav'ry in their rotten smoke?
'Tis not enough that through the cloud thou break
To dry the rain on my storm-beaten face,
For no man well of such a salve can speak
That heals the wound, and cures not the disgrace:
Nor can thy shame give physic to my grief;
Though thou repent, yet I have still the loss:
Th' offender's sorrow lends but weak relief
To him that bears the strong offense's cross.
Ah, but those tears are pearl which thy love sheeds,
And they are rich and ransom all ill deeds.
为什么预告那么璀璨的日子，
哄我不携带大衣便出来游行，
让鄙贱的乌云中途把我侵袭，
用臭腐的烟雾遮蔽你的光明？
你以为现在冲破乌云来晒干
我脸上淋漓的雨点便已满足？
须知无人会赞美这样的药丹：
只能医治创伤，但洗不了耻辱。
你的愧赧也无补于我的心疼；
你虽已忏悔，我依然不免损失：
对于背着耻辱的十字架的人，
冒犯者引咎只是微弱的慰藉。
唉，但你的爱所流的泪是明珠，
它们的富丽够赎你的罪有余。
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三三
FULL many a glorious morning have I seen
Flatter the mountain tops with sovereign eye,
Kissing with golden face the meadows green,
Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy;
Anon permit the basest clouds to ride
With ugly rack on his celestial face,
And from the forlorn world his visage hide,
Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace:
Even so my sun one early morn did shine
With all-triumphant splendor on my brow;
But, out alack, he was but one hour mine,
The region cloud hath masked him from me now.
Yet him for this my love no white disdaineth;
Suns of the world may stain when heaven's sun staineth.
多少次我曾看见灿烂的朝阳
用他那至尊的眼媚悦着山顶，
金色的脸庞吻着青碧的草场，
把黯淡的溪水镀成一片黄金：
然后蓦地任那最卑贱的云彩
带着黑影驰过他神圣的霁颜，
把他从这凄凉的世界藏起来，
偷移向西方去掩埋他的污点；
同样，我的太阳曾在一个清朝
带着辉煌的光华临照我前额；
但是唉！他只一刻是我的荣耀，
下界的乌云已把他和我遮隔。
我的爱却并不因此把他鄙贱，
天上的太阳有瑕疵，何况人间！
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三二
IF thou survive my well-contented day
When that churl Death my bones with dust shall cover,
And shalt by fortune once more resurvey
These poor rude lines of thy deceasèd lover,
Compare them with the bett-ring of the time,
And though they be outstripped by every pen,
Reserve them for my love, not for their rime,
Exceeded by the height of happier men.
O, then vouchsafe me but this loving thought:
'Had my friend's Muse grown with this growing age,
A dearer birth than this his love had brought
To march in ranks of better equipage;
But since he died, and poets better prove,
Theirs for their style I'll read, his for his love.'
倘你活过我踌躇满志的大限，
当鄙夫“死神”用黄土把我掩埋，
偶然重翻这拙劣可怜的诗卷，
你情人生前写来献给你的爱，
把它和当代俊逸的新诗相比，
发觉它的词笔处处都不如人，
请保留它专为我的爱，而不是
为那被幸运的天才凌驾的韵。
哦，那时候就请赐给我这爱思：
“要是我朋友的诗神与时同长，
他的爱就会带来更美的产儿，
可和这世纪任何杰作同俯仰：
但他既死去，诗人们又都迈进，
我读他们的文采，却读他的心。”
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三一
THY bosom is endearèd with all hearts
Which I by lacking have supposèd dead;
And their reigns love, and all love's loving parts,
And all those friends which I thought burièd.
How many a holy and obsequious tear
Hath dear religious love stol'n from mine eye,
As interest of the dead, which now appear
But things removed that hidden in thee lie!
Thou art the grave where buried love doth live,
Hung with the trophies of my lovers gone,
Who all their parts of me to thee did give;
That due of many now is thine alone.
Their images I loved I vew in thee,
And thou, all they, hast all the all of me.
你的胸怀有了那些心而越可亲
（它们的消逝我只道已经死去）；
原来爱，和爱的一切可爱部分，
和埋掉的友谊都在你怀里藏住。
多少为哀思而流的圣洁泪珠
那虔诚的爱曾从我眼睛偷取
去祭奠死者！我现在才恍然大悟
他们只离开我去住在你的心里。
你是座收藏已往恩情的芳塚，
满挂着死去的情人的纪念牌，
他们把我的馈赠尽向你呈贡，
你独自享受许多人应得的爱。
在你身上我瞥见他们的倩影，
而你，他们的总和，尽有我的心。
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三○
WHEN to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thought I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste:
Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow,
For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,
And weep afresh love's long since cancelled woe,
And moan th' expense of many a vanished sight.
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er
The sad account of fore-bemoanèd moan,
Which I new pay as if not paid before.
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
All losses are restored and sorrows end
当我传唤对已往事物的记忆
出庭于那馨香的默想的公堂，
我不禁为命中许多缺陷叹息，
带着旧恨，重新哭蹉跎的时光；
于是我可以淹没那枯涸的眼，
为了那些长埋在夜台的亲朋，
哀悼着许多音容俱渺的美艳，
痛哭那情爱久已勾消的哀痛：
于是我为过去的惆怅而惆怅，
并且一一细算，从痛苦到痛苦，
那许多呜咽过的呜咽的旧账，
仿佛还未付过，现在又来偿付。
但是只要那刻我想起你，挚友，
损失全收回，悲哀也化为乌有。
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