威廉莎士比亞致愛人詩歌

致愛人

威廉莎士比亞（英）

在那風化了的時代的紀年，

我看到對絕代佳人的描述，

古老的韻律因美麗而變得絕妙，

讚頌着薄命的'紅顏，多情的騎士；

在這傾國傾城的描繪中，

那手腳、嘴脣、眼眸及眉額，

這古老筆下的描畫都讓我感覺，

這一切的美貌，如今皆為你所有。

於是，他們所有的讚頌不過預言

我們的時代，一切都將你預示；

而他們所見無非用那推測的眼，

竭盡才華也無法將你盡致讚頌，

而有幸得見今日時光的我們，

只用那眼驚歎，卻無法開口歌頌。

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.