莎翁十四行诗第一首

　　十四行诗 第1首

　　by William Shakespeare (1564 -1616)

　　-----[英] 莎士比亚

　　From fairest creatures we desire increase,

　　绝色的生灵,但求其蕃盛，

　　That thereby beauty's rose might never die,

　　娇艳的玫瑰遂永不凋零;

　　But as the riper should by time decease,

　　然而物壮则亡，必随时令，

　　His tender heir might bear his memory:

　　柔嫩的子孙,会代代传承。

　　But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes,

　　可你，与自身的亮眸结缘，

　　Feed'st thy light'st flame with self-substantial fuel,

　　自贱为柴火,朝烈焰加添;

　　Making a famine where abundance lies,

　　致使富庶之地饥荒蔓延，

　　Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel.

　　自己糟蹋自己,何其不堪!

　　Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament

　　你是这世上清新的点缀-

　　And only herald to the gaudy spring,

　　唯一的使者，春季的芳菲;

　　Within thine own bud buriest thy content

　　精髓埋没于自身的蓓蕾-

　　And, tender churl, mak'st waste in niggarding.

　　守财的懦夫，吝惜反破费!

　　Pity the world, or else this glutton be,

　　可怜这世界吧，不然，谗鬼,

　　To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee.

　　-由你吃个够, 坟墓乃所归!

　　附：梁宗岱译文

　　From fairest creatures we desire increase,

　　对天生的尤物我们要求蕃盛，

　　That thereby beauty's rose might never die,

　　以便美的玫瑰永远不会枯死，

　　But as the riper should by time decease,

　　但开透的花朵既要及时雕零，

　　His tender heir might bear his memory:

　　就应把记忆交给娇嫩的后嗣;

　　But thou contracted to thine own bright eyes,

　　但你，只和你自己的明眸定情，

　　Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel,

　　把自己当燃料喂养眼中的火焰，

　　Making a famine where abundance lies,

　　和自己作对，待自己未免太狠，

　　Thy self thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel:

　　把一片丰沃的土地变成荒田。

　　Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament,

　　你现在是大地的清新的点缀，

　　And only herald to the gaudy spring,

　　又是锦绣阳春的唯一的前锋，

　　Within thine own bud buriest thy content,

　　为什么把富源葬送在嫩蕊里，

　　And tender churl mak'st waste in niggarding:

　　温柔的鄙夫，要吝啬，反而浪用?

　　Pity the world, or else this glutton be,

　　可怜这个世界吧，要不然，贪夫，

　　To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee.

　　就吞噬世界的份，由你和坟墓。