十四行詩（雙語經典）

爲了抄寫朗誦詩歌找了這本帶原文的書…但是翻譯太差了，寫的雲裏霧裏 貨不對板，不如自己譯或者讓ai譯個大概，如果要看翻譯還是得看出版的評分高的譯本

Lo in the orient when the gracious light Lifts up his burning head, each under eye Doth homage to his new-appearing sight, Serving with looks his sacred majesty, And having climbed the steep-up heavenly hill, Resembling strong youth in his middle age, Yet mortal looks adore his beauty still, Attending on his golden pilgrimage: But when from highmost pitch with weary car, Like feeble age he reeleth from the day, The eyes (fore duteous) now converted are From his low tract and look another way: So thou, thy self out-going in thy noon: Unlooked on diest unless thou get a son. 當萬物之源的太陽在東方 揚起通紅的臉龐，大地的萬物 用景仰的眼光將他凝望， 靜穆地注視他的降臨； 然後他爬到高山之巔， 像健壯的青年般英姿煥發， 萬物的眼神在對他跪拜， 跟隨在他金色馬車的後方。 但是當他老邁時腳步遲緩， 從頂峯用顫抖的雙腿下山， 萬物就都從他邁下的腳印之間， 移平了原來膜拜的眼神。 同樣，一旦你的輝煌不再， 你就會孤獨地去世，假如沒有後代。

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2024年4月25日 星期四 祝福早安 天氣晴朗 氣溫16℃ 《十四行詩》 Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage Thy merit hath my duty strongly knit; To thee I send this written embassage To witness duty, not to show my wit. Duty so great, which wit so poor as mine May make seem bare, in wanting words to show it; But that I hope some good conceit of thine In thy soul's thought (all naked) will bestow it: Till whatsoever star that guides my moving, Points on me graciously with fair aspect, And puts apparel on my tattered loving, To show me worthy of thy sweet respect, Then may I dare to boast how I do love thee, Till then, not show my head where thou mayst prove me. Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed, The dear respose for limbs with travel tired, But then begins a journey in my head To work my mind, when body's work's expired. For then my thoughts (from far where I abide) Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee, And keep my drooping eyelids open wide, Looking on darkness which the blind do see. Save that my soul's imaginary sight Presents thy shadow to my sightless view, Which like a jewel (hung in ghastly night) Makes black night beauteous, and her old face new. Lo thus by day my limbs, by night my mind, For thee, and for my self, no quiet find. 我疲憊地躺下， 讓勞累的四肢休息； 但我的思想又出發， 心又進一步勞累。 因爲我的心會不辭辛苦， 要向你朝拜， 睜開我昏睡的雙眼. 向盲人眼中的黑暗凝視； 但是我的心靈用它的眼睛， 把你的英姿看見， 像高掛在黑夜中的明珠， 使黑暗成爲光明。 這樣，白天是腿，夜裏是心， 爲你爲我都不能平靜。 How can I then return in happy plight That am debarred the benefit of rest? When day's oppression is not eased by night, But day by night and night by day oppressed. And each (though enemies to either's reign) Do in consent shake hands to torture me, The one by toil, the other to complain How far I toil, still farther off from thee. I tell the day to please him thou art bright, And dost him grace when clouds do blot the heaven: So flatter I the swart-complexioned night, When sparkling stars twire not thou gild'st the even. But day doth daily draw my sorrows longer, And night doth nightly make grief's length seem stronger 既然我得不到安寧， 爲何還興高采烈地回來？ 白日的折磨夜裏也不停， 夜以繼日地反覆？ 日夜本來互不相干， 這時卻聯手把我折磨， 一個是緩步，一個是謾罵， 說我離你更遠，雖然勞累。 爲恭維白晝我說你是光明， 在烏雲籠罩時將它照亮。 我又如此討好黑夜， 沒有星星時你將它點亮。 但白晝總延長我的苦惱， 黑夜又雪上加霜。 When in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon my self and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possessed, Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least, Yet in these thoughts my self almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, (Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven's gate, For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings, That then I scorn to change my state with kings. 當我經歷命運和世人的磨難， 對自己不幸的身世暗自傷感， 只是向上天祈求， 自怨自艾，抱怨自己的命運 願我和他人一樣充滿希望， 長相相似也交流廣泛， 希望得到淵博深刻的知識， 最愉悅的事卻不以爲然； 可是當我自怨自艾時， 忽然想起你是我的心靈， 如同雲雀在黎明時展翅， 在夭空唱起歡歌： 想到你的愛讓我充實， 即使換以王位也不願意。 When to the sessions of sweet silent thought, I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste: Then can I drown an eye (unused to flow) For precious friends hid in death's dateless night, And weep afresh love's long since cancelled woe, And moan th' expense of many a vanished sight. Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee (dear friend) All losses are restored, and sorrows end. 當我要和過去的往事 對簿於溫馨冥想的公堂， 我感慨生活中的遺憾， 懷着悔恨又哭泣時光； 於是我乾枯的雙眼流淚 哀傷那些沉眠於地的親朋， 那已經逝去的美妙， 那不可挽回的愛情： 我爲已逝的傷感而傷感， 我從苦惱到苦惱， 那曾經哀傷過的哀傷， 好像沒有完結地重來。 但只要想起你這知己， 一切都安寧，不再哀傷。 Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts, Which I by lacking have supposed dead, And there reigns love and all love's loving parts, And all those friends which I thought buried. How many a holy and obsequious tear Hath dear religious love stol'n from mine eye, As interest of the dead, which now appear, But things removed that hidden in thee lie. Thou art the grave where buried love doth live, Hung with the trophies of my lovers gone, Who all their parts of me to thee did give, That due of many, now is thine alone. Their images I loved, I view in thee, And thou (all they) hast all the all of me. 你的心中因這精神而增色 （我以爲失去就等於死去；） 原來愛和其中優秀的部分， 以及逝去的友誼都常在。 爲憂傷而哭的眼淚 被真誠的愛拿去祭祀 死者！我如今才明白 他們離開後到了你的心房。 你是儲藏情意的墳穴， 逝去的愛情放在你那裏， 他們把我的愛供奉給你， 你獨自把愛享用。 我看到他的影子， 你和他們佔有我的心。 If thou survive my well-contented day, When that churl death my bones with dust shall cover And shalt by fortune once more re-survey These poor rude lines of thy deceased lover: Compare them with the bett'ring of the time, And though they be outstripped by every pen, Reserve them for my love, not for their rhyme, Exceeded by the height of happier men. O then vouchsafe me but this loving thought, 'Had my friend's Muse grown with this growing age, A dearer birth than this his love had brought To march in ranks of better equipage: But since he died and poets better prove, Theirs for their style I'll read, his for his love'. 若是你像我得意的生命， 當死神把我埋葬， 偶爾拿起粗鄙的詩卷， 你的情人獻給你的情詩， 把它比較於華麗的新詩， 覺得它笨拙不堪， 爲了我的愛請保留， 而不是爲了幸運的詩韻。 到時請給我這思想： “要是我朋友的詩神永恆， 他的愛會有更美的傳人， 可以與當世傑作較短長： 但他已死去，詩人在前進， 我讀他們的詩，卻讀他的心。” Full many a glorious morning have I seen, Flatter the mountain tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green; Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy: Anon permit the basest clouds to ride, With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace: Even so my sun one early morn did shine, With all triumphant splendour on my brow, But out alack, he was but one hour mine, The region cloud hath masked him from me now. Yet him for this, my love no whit disdaineth, Suns of the world may stain, when heaven's sun staineth. 我看過輝煌的旭日， 用高貴的眼光取悅山峯， 用金色臉頰親吻綠草地， 將小溪抹上金色， 然後聽從低賤的雲霧， 用黑色塗抹他的臉頰， 把他在世上藏匿， 到西邊去遮蓋他的污點； 我的太陽也曾在早上 用燦爛的陽光照我臉龐； 但都只是片刻的光彩， 立刻就被烏雲遮蓋。 我的愛並不因此輕視他， 即使太陽也有缺陷！ Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day, And make me travel forth without my cloak, To let base clouds o'ertake me in my way, Hiding thy brav'ry in their rotten smoke? 'Tis not enough that through the cloud thou break, To dry the rain on my storm-beaten face, For no man well of such a salve can speak, That heals the wound, and cures not the disgrace: Nor can thy shame give physic to my grief, Though thou repent, yet I have still the loss, Th' offender's sorrow lends but weak relief To him that bears the strong offence's cross. Ah but those tears are pearl which thy love sheds, And they are rich, and ransom all ill deeds. 爲什麼宣稱如此燦爛的時日， 騙我不拿大衣就出來遊樂； 讓低賤的烏雲折磨我， 讓腐臭的煙遮擋光明？ 你以爲穿過迷霧出來 抹去我臉上雨水就行？ 要知道沒人讚美這丹藥： 只療傷卻不雪恥辱。 我的傷心不因你內疚而減； 你的悔恨無補於我的損失， 對於揹着恥辱的十字架的人， 傷害者的悔恨只是安慰。 但願你的淚珠成爲珍寶， 足以彌補你的罪過。 No more be grieved at that which thou hast done, Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud, Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun, And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud. All men make faults, and even I in this, Authorizing thy trespass with compare, My self corrupting salving thy amiss, Excusing thy sins more than thy sins are: For to thy sensual fault I bring in sense, Thy adverse party is thy advocate, And 'gainst my self a lawful plea commence: Such civil war is in my love and hate, That I an accessary needs must be, To that sweet thief which sourly robs from me. 別再爲傷害我而內疚， 玫瑰花有刺，泉水也有泥， 烏雲月食讓太陽月亮污染， 可惡的蛆蟲把鮮花佔領。 我就犯了這點小錯： 用比喻開脫你的罪責， 卑污我來洗刷你， 讓你滔天大錯解脫。 我原諒你的罪則， 你的敵人爲你辯護， 我控告你卻傷了自己： 愛和恨在我心中交戰， 所以我去幫助你， 讓你傷害我，愛人！ Let me confess that we two must be twain, Although our undivided loves are one: So shall those blots that do with me remain, Without thy help, by me be borne alone. In our two loves there is but one respect, Though in our lives a separable spite, Which though it alter not love's sole effect, Yet doth it steal sweet hours from love's delight. I may not evermore acknowledge thee, Lest my bewailed guilt should do thee shame, Nor thou with public kindness honour me, Unless thou take that honour from thy name: But do not so, I love thee in such sort, As thou being mine, mine is thy good report. 我不能否認我們肯定要分別， 雖然我們的愛情已融爲一體： 這樣會讓我滿心傷痕， 我獨自承擔不要你同情。 我們的愛情是真誠的， 雖然生活讓我們分離， 儘管不能減少愛的真誠， 卻減弱了幽會的樂趣。 我不會宣揚你的愛情. 怕我的罪惡讓你蒙塵， 你也不能誇耀我的愛， 除非你願意接受罪名。 但不要這樣；我愛你， 所以我的榮耀也是你的。

9 威廉·莎士比亞 十四行詩（1564—1616年） 必讀：第3、16、18、19、21、29、30、36、40、60、98、116、129、130、152首。 莎士比亞的十四行詩遵循一種特殊的英語十四行詩形式。每首詩都是用抑揚格五音步寫成的，這是一種韻律結構，每行有十個音節：這些音節被分成雙音節，或“韻腳”，稱爲抑揚格。每個抑揚格都有一個非重讀音節，後面跟着一個重讀音節；當我們標出格律，或用詩的符號寫出時，它們被標記爲u ——  十四行詩包含十四行五步抑揚格。前十二行被分成三個四行，每一行包含四行押韻格式abab cdcd efef。這些四行詩在意義上是相關的，它們或提出三個平行的觀點，或用三點構成一個論證，或在第一個四行詩裏提出了一個想法，接下來的兩個四行詩要不就進一步展開這個想法，或者進一步解釋這個想法。最後兩行是一個押韻的對句，韻腳是gg（它們只彼此押韻）。雖然莎士比亞堅持這種押韻方式，但他偶爾也會利用彼特拉克發明的慣例，即在前八行提出一個問題，用後六行解決或回應它。這種十四行詩形式指導你如此閱讀：這些詩不傳達印象或情緒，或講故事，它們旨在提出問題並尋找答案。 雖然這些十四行詩可以分開來讀（它們在結構方面廣受批評），但傳統上還是被看作整體的一部分——作爲一個序列來閱讀。用這種方式讀這些詩，給人的感覺是：敘述者不一定是莎士比亞本人。“詩人”作爲一個虛構的人物，藏在十四行詩的背後，他不滿足，不安心，難以平靜，無法休息。在這些十四行詩中，還能發現其他三個人物：“黑女士”(Dark Lady)，就是在第127首詩中被稱爲“黑美人”(black beauty)的那位；“我情婦的眼睛烏黑”，詩人解釋道。在第130、131和132首裏，“黑女士”再次被描述，在其他地方也被引用；一個被當作競爭對手的詩人(Rival Poet)，在9首詩（第21、78—80和82—86首）中顯現；還有一位年輕人，在前面17首詩中出現，他因青春（稍縱即逝）和美麗而受到讚揚，詩人還鼓勵他結婚，把他的美麗遺傳給孩子們，“如果你去世了，死亡又能怎樣呢？”詩人在第6首裏道，“把你留給後代吧！”

無論時光多麼兇狠 我的愛會因爲詩而永恆

推薦讀這本書👍👍這個版本的太好了，這個翻譯的也非常的有水平，我對比了好幾個版本，好幾個版本的翻譯水平，都沒有這個版本的翻譯水平好，達到了信、達、雅。因此，極力推薦👍👍👍

總有些時候，會想讀詩。文字間充滿了詩人憂鬱的氣質，他寫愛情、寫友誼，寫時光流轉、生命理想，也寫詩歌和詩人本身。看的雙語版，英文詩韻味更深，想象有低沉的嗓音在耳邊誦讀的感覺很動人。 一共90首，有一部分是寫“後代”主題的，不對胃口。“一旦你的輝煌不再，你就會孤獨地去世，假如沒有後代。”？？？ 我更喜歡他寫：白晝總延長我的苦惱，黑夜又雪上加霜；節日之所以嚴肅而罕見，因爲一年中僅有少數幾次；正如太陽日新日舊， 我的愛也喜歡重複。

感覺翻譯的有點點不行呀，沒有達到信達雅，和普通翻譯器也差不多了……

莎士比亞以一種無比生動和細膩的方式，展現了人生的短暫與寶貴，以及我們面對命運時應持有的無畏態度，輕快有力的同時又直穿人心。