威廉莎士比亚致爱人诗歌

致爱人

威廉莎士比亚（英）

在那风化了的时代的纪年，

我看到对绝代佳人的描述，

古老的韵律因美丽而变得绝妙，

赞颂着薄命的'红颜，多情的骑士；

在这倾国倾城的描绘中，

那手脚、嘴唇、眼眸及眉额，

这古老笔下的描画都让我感觉，

这一切的美貌，如今皆为你所有。

于是，他们所有的赞颂不过预言

我们的时代，一切都将你预示；

而他们所见无非用那推测的眼，

竭尽才华也无法将你尽致赞颂，

而有幸得见今日时光的我们，

只用那眼惊叹，却无法开口歌颂。

To His Love

William Shakespeare（1564-1616）

When in the chronicle of wasted time

I see descriptions of the fairest wights,

And beauty making beautiful old rhyme

In praise of ladies dead, and lovely knights;

Then in the blazon of sweet beauty’s best

Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow,

I see their antique pen would have exprest

Ev’n such a beauty as you master now.

So all their praises are but prophecies

Of this our time, all you prefiguring;

And, for they look’d but with divining eyes,

They had not kill

enough your worth to sing:

For we,

which now behold these present days,

Have eyes to wonder,

but lack tongues to praise.