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Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed,
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course untrimmed:
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall death brag thou wand'rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st,
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
我怎么可以将你比作明媚夏季的白昼?
你比夏季更婉丽动人而又更亲切温存:
狂风老是把五月心爱的花蕾摇落了,
而夏令的租期始终又是短短的一瞬;
有时天空那只巨眼照得大地灼热逼人,
他金灿灿面色也常给云雾弄成灰蒙蒙;
每一种美呀终有一朝离开美而衰退,
是由于偶然或是由于自然界改变行程;
不过,你终古不息的夏天决不会消失掉,
你决不会失去你所拥有的倾国倾城,
“死神”也决不会自夸你在他幽影下蹀躞,
要是你生长在这些不朽诗行里与时间同春;
只要人类啊能够呼吸或眼睛能够看,
这诗能存多久,你就能享受多久的韶光。 |
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