十四行诗（双语经典）

为了抄写朗诵诗歌找了这本带原文的书…但是翻译太差了，写的云里雾里 货不对板，不如自己译或者让ai译个大概，如果要看翻译还是得看出版的评分高的译本

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. 当万物之源的太阳在东方 扬起通红的脸庞，大地的万物 用景仰的眼光将他凝望， 静穆地注视他的降临； 然后他爬到高山之巅， 像健壮的青年般英姿焕发， 万物的眼神在对他跪拜， 跟随在他金色马车的后方。 但是当他老迈时脚步迟缓， 从顶峰用颤抖的双腿下山， 万物就都从他迈下的脚印之间， 移平了原来膜拜的眼神。 同样，一旦你的辉煌不再， 你就会孤独地去世，假如没有后代。

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2024年4月25日 星期四 祝福早安 天气晴朗 气温16℃ 《十四行诗》 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. 我疲惫地躺下， 让劳累的四肢休息； 但我的思想又出发， 心又进一步劳累。 因为我的心会不辞辛苦， 要向你朝拜， 睁开我昏睡的双眼. 向盲人眼中的黑暗凝视； 但是我的心灵用它的眼睛， 把你的英姿看见， 像高挂在黑夜中的明珠， 使黑暗成为光明。 这样，白天是腿，夜里是心， 为你为我都不能平静。 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 既然我得不到安宁， 为何还兴高采烈地回来？ 白日的折磨夜里也不停， 夜以继日地反复？ 日夜本来互不相干， 这时却联手把我折磨， 一个是缓步，一个是谩骂， 说我离你更远，虽然劳累。 为恭维白昼我说你是光明， 在乌云笼罩时将它照亮。 我又如此讨好黑夜， 没有星星时你将它点亮。 但白昼总延长我的苦恼， 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. 当我经历命运和世人的磨难， 对自己不幸的身世暗自伤感， 只是向上天祈求， 自怨自艾，抱怨自己的命运 愿我和他人一样充满希望， 长相相似也交流广泛， 希望得到渊博深刻的知识， 最愉悦的事却不以为然； 可是当我自怨自艾时， 忽然想起你是我的心灵， 如同云雀在黎明时展翅， 在夭空唱起欢歌： 想到你的爱让我充实， 即使换以王位也不愿意。 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. 当我要和过去的往事 对簿于温馨冥想的公堂， 我感慨生活中的遗憾， 怀着悔恨又哭泣时光； 于是我干枯的双眼流泪 哀伤那些沉眠于地的亲朋， 那已经逝去的美妙， 那不可挽回的爱情： 我为已逝的伤感而伤感， 我从苦恼到苦恼， 那曾经哀伤过的哀伤， 好像没有完结地重来。 但只要想起你这知己， 一切都安宁，不再哀伤。 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. 你的心中因这精神而增色 （我以为失去就等于死去；） 原来爱和其中优秀的部分， 以及逝去的友谊都常在。 为忧伤而哭的眼泪 被真诚的爱拿去祭祀 死者！我如今才明白 他们离开后到了你的心房。 你是储藏情意的坟穴， 逝去的爱情放在你那里， 他们把我的爱供奉给你， 你独自把爱享用。 我看到他的影子， 你和他们占有我的心。 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， 当死神把我埋葬， 偶尔拿起粗鄙的诗卷， 你的情人献给你的情诗， 把它比较于华丽的新诗， 觉得它笨拙不堪， 为了我的爱请保留， 而不是为了幸运的诗韵。 到时请给我这思想： “要是我朋友的诗神永恒， 他的爱会有更美的传人， 可以与当世杰作较短长： 但他已死去，诗人在前进， 我读他们的诗，却读他的心。” 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. 我看过辉煌的旭日， 用高贵的眼光取悦山峰， 用金色脸颊亲吻绿草地， 将小溪抹上金色， 然后听从低贱的云雾， 用黑色涂抹他的脸颊， 把他在世上藏匿， 到西边去遮盖他的污点； 我的太阳也曾在早上 用灿烂的阳光照我脸庞； 但都只是片刻的光彩， 立刻就被乌云遮盖。 我的爱并不因此轻视他， 即使太阳也有缺陷！ 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. 为什么宣称如此灿烂的时日， 骗我不拿大衣就出来游乐； 让低贱的乌云折磨我， 让腐臭的烟遮挡光明？ 你以为穿过迷雾出来 抹去我脸上雨水就行？ 要知道没人赞美这丹药： 只疗伤却不雪耻辱。 我的伤心不因你内疚而减； 你的悔恨无补于我的损失， 对于背着耻辱的十字架的人， 伤害者的悔恨只是安慰。 但愿你的泪珠成为珍宝， 足以弥补你的罪过。 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. 别再为伤害我而内疚， 玫瑰花有刺，泉水也有泥， 乌云月食让太阳月亮污染， 可恶的蛆虫把鲜花占领。 我就犯了这点小错： 用比喻开脱你的罪责， 卑污我来洗刷你， 让你滔天大错解脱。 我原谅你的罪则， 你的敌人为你辩护， 我控告你却伤了自己： 爱和恨在我心中交战， 所以我去帮助你， 让你伤害我，爱人！ 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. 我不能否认我们肯定要分别， 虽然我们的爱情已融为一体： 这样会让我满心伤痕， 我独自承担不要你同情。 我们的爱情是真诚的， 虽然生活让我们分离， 尽管不能减少爱的真诚， 却减弱了幽会的乐趣。 我不会宣扬你的爱情. 怕我的罪恶让你蒙尘， 你也不能夸耀我的爱， 除非你愿意接受罪名。 但不要这样；我爱你， 所以我的荣耀也是你的。

9 威廉·莎士比亚 十四行诗（1564—1616年） 必读：第3、16、18、19、21、29、30、36、40、60、98、116、129、130、152首。 莎士比亚的十四行诗遵循一种特殊的英语十四行诗形式。每首诗都是用抑扬格五音步写成的，这是一种韵律结构，每行有十个音节：这些音节被分成双音节，或“韵脚”，称为抑扬格。每个抑扬格都有一个非重读音节，后面跟着一个重读音节；当我们标出格律，或用诗的符号写出时，它们被标记为u ——  十四行诗包含十四行五步抑扬格。前十二行被分成三个四行，每一行包含四行押韵格式abab cdcd efef。这些四行诗在意义上是相关的，它们或提出三个平行的观点，或用三点构成一个论证，或在第一个四行诗里提出了一个想法，接下来的两个四行诗要不就进一步展开这个想法，或者进一步解释这个想法。最后两行是一个押韵的对句，韵脚是gg（它们只彼此押韵）。虽然莎士比亚坚持这种押韵方式，但他偶尔也会利用彼特拉克发明的惯例，即在前八行提出一个问题，用后六行解决或回应它。这种十四行诗形式指导你如此阅读：这些诗不传达印象或情绪，或讲故事，它们旨在提出问题并寻找答案。 虽然这些十四行诗可以分开来读（它们在结构方面广受批评），但传统上还是被看作整体的一部分——作为一个序列来阅读。用这种方式读这些诗，给人的感觉是：叙述者不一定是莎士比亚本人。“诗人”作为一个虚构的人物，藏在十四行诗的背后，他不满足，不安心，难以平静，无法休息。在这些十四行诗中，还能发现其他三个人物：“黑女士”(Dark Lady)，就是在第127首诗中被称为“黑美人”(black beauty)的那位；“我情妇的眼睛乌黑”，诗人解释道。在第130、131和132首里，“黑女士”再次被描述，在其他地方也被引用；一个被当作竞争对手的诗人(Rival Poet)，在9首诗（第21、78—80和82—86首）中显现；还有一位年轻人，在前面17首诗中出现，他因青春（稍纵即逝）和美丽而受到赞扬，诗人还鼓励他结婚，把他的美丽遗传给孩子们，“如果你去世了，死亡又能怎样呢？”诗人在第6首里道，“把你留给后代吧！”

无论时光多么凶狠 我的爱会因为诗而永恒

推荐读这本书👍👍这个版本的太好了，这个翻译的也非常的有水平，我对比了好几个版本，好几个版本的翻译水平，都没有这个版本的翻译水平好，达到了信、达、雅。因此，极力推荐👍👍👍

总有些时候，会想读诗。文字间充满了诗人忧郁的气质，他写爱情、写友谊，写时光流转、生命理想，也写诗歌和诗人本身。看的双语版，英文诗韵味更深，想象有低沉的嗓音在耳边诵读的感觉很动人。 一共90首，有一部分是写“后代”主题的，不对胃口。“一旦你的辉煌不再，你就会孤独地去世，假如没有后代。”？？？ 我更喜欢他写：白昼总延长我的苦恼，黑夜又雪上加霜；节日之所以严肃而罕见，因为一年中仅有少数几次；正如太阳日新日旧， 我的爱也喜欢重复。

感觉翻译的有点点不行呀，没有达到信达雅，和普通翻译器也差不多了……

莎士比亚以一种无比生动和细腻的方式，展现了人生的短暂与宝贵，以及我们面对命运时应持有的无畏态度，轻快有力的同时又直穿人心。