莎士比亚经典十四行诗欣赏

莎士比亚经典十四行诗欣赏莎士比亚经典十四行诗：

When thou shalt be disposed to set me light,

And place my merit in the eye of scorn,

Upon thy side against myself I'll fight,

And prove thee virtuous, though thou art forsworn. With mine own weakness being best acquainted,

Upon thy part I can set down a story

Of faults conceal'd, wherein I am attainted,

That thou in losing me shalt win much glory:

And I by this will be a gainer too;

For bending all my loving thoughts on thee,

The injuries that to myself I do,

Doing thee vantage, double-vantage me.

Such is my love, to thee I so belong,

That for thy right myself will bear all wrong.

当你有一天下决心瞧我不起，

用侮蔑的眼光衡量我的轻重，

我将站在你那边打击我自己，

证明你贤德，尽管你已经背盟。

对自己的弱点我既那么内行，

我将为你的利益捏造我种种

无人觉察的过失，把自己中伤;

使你抛弃了我反而得到光荣：

而我也可以借此而大有收获;

因为我全部情思那么倾向你，

我为自己所招惹的一切侮辱

既对你有利，对我就加倍有利。

我那么衷心属你，我爱到那样，

为你的美誉愿承当一切诽谤。

莎士比亚经典十四行诗：

Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault, And I will comment upon that offence;

Speak of my lameness, and I straight will halt, Against thy reasons making no defence.

Thou canst not, love, disgrace me half so ill, To set a form upon desired change,

As I'll myself disgrace: knowing thy will,

I will acquaintance strangle and look strange, Be absent from thy walks, and in my tongue

Thy sweet beloved name no more shall dwell,

Lest I, too much profane, should do it wrong

And haply of our old acquaintance tell.

For thee against myself I'll vow debate,

For I must ne'er love him whom thou dost hate.

说你抛弃我是为了我的过失，

我立刻会对这冒犯加以阐说：

叫我做瘸子，我马上两脚都躄，

对你的理由绝不作任何反驳。

为了替你的反复无常找借口，

爱呵，凭你怎样侮辱我，总比不上

我侮辱自己来得厉害;既看透

你心肠，我就要绞杀交情，假装

路人避开你;你那可爱的名字，

那么香，将永不挂在我的舌头，

生怕我，太亵渎了，会把它委屈;

万一还会把我们的旧欢泄漏。

我为你将展尽辩才反对自己，

因为你所憎恶的，我绝不爱惜。

莎士比亚经典十四行诗：

Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now;

Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross,

Join with the spite of fortune, make me bow,

And do not drop in for an after-loss:

Ah, do not, when my heart hath 'scoped this sorrow, Come in the rearward of a conquer'd woe;

Give not a windy night a rainy morrow,

To linger out a purposed overthrow.

If thou wilt leave me, do not leave me last,

When other petty griefs have done their spite

But in the onset come; so shall I taste

At first the very worst of fortune's might,

And other strains of woe, which now seem woe,

Compared with loss of thee will not seem so.