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.
