【原】莎士比亚十四行诗第七十九、第八十首

远山星际 2021-01-05

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译：十方

79

当初独自向你求助，
我的诗独占了你全部妩媚；
而今我的清词丽句业已陈腐，
诗思老病而难尸其位；
亲爱的人啊，我承认你这美妙的主题，
值得更精细的笔触来雕饰；
可你那诗人对你的描绘，
不过先取自你，再献与你；
他称许的美德，可这个词
乃窃自你的美行，他所做的奉承
也得自你的面颊，他予你赞美
没有什么不是来自你的本身
所以不必为他的赞誉而称谢
他只是予你本已有之的一切

Sonnet 79

Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid,
My verse alone had all thy gentle grace;
But now my gracious numbers are decay'd
And my sick muse doth give another place.
I grant, sweet love, thy lovely argument
Deserves the travail of a worthier pen;
Yet what of thee thy poet doth invent
He robs thee of, and pays it thee again.
He lends thee virtue, and he stole that word
From thy behavior; beauty doth he give,
And found it in thy cheek; he can afford
No praise to thee but what in thee doth live.
Then thank him not for that which he doth say,
Since what he owes thee thou thyself dost pay.

80

啊，当我动笔写你，我是多么沮丧，
我知道有更好的作手在为你扬名；
他竭尽全力将你颂扬，
令我在提及你时无法出声；
你的德行似大海无垠，
无论贵贱皆能载承；
我这逼仄的小舟远不及他人，
也在你茫茫的海心执着航行；
你浅浅的一托便可令我漂浮，
他则在你深深的远海游弋；
即便遇险，我也不过是一帆脆弱的轻舟，
他则似楼船巨舰，雄伟无比；
故他将平安抵达彼岸，我则中途而毁，
更不幸的是，我对你的爱亦令我自弃。

Sonnet 80
O! how I faint when I of you do write,
Knowing a better spirit doth use your name,
And in the praise thereof spends all his might,
To make me tongue-tied, speaking of your fame!
But since your worth－wide as the ocean is,
The humble as the proudest sail doth bear,
My saucy bark, inferior far to his,
On your broad main doth wilfully appear.
Your shallowest help will hold me up afloat,
Whilst he upon your soundless deep doth ride;
Or being wreck'd, I am a worthless boat,
He of tall building and of goodly pride:
Then if he thrive and I be cast away,
The worst was this; －my love was my decay.