英文诗词附译文

Sonnets of William Shakespeare-Sonnet 140

Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press

My tongue-tied patience with too much disdain;

Lest sorrow lend me words and words express

The manner of my pity-wanting pain.

If I might teach thee wit, better it were,

Though not to love, yet, love, to tell me so;

As testy sick men, when their deaths be near,

No news but health from their physicians know;

For if I should despair, I should grow mad,

And in my madness might speak ill of thee:

Now this ill-wresting world is grown so bad,

Mad slanderers by mad ears believed be,

That I may not be so, nor thou belied,

Bear thine eyes straight, though thy proud heart go wide.

你狠心，也该放聪明；别让侮蔑

把我不作声的`忍耐逼得太甚；

免得悲哀赐我喉舌，让你领略

我的可怜的痛苦会怎样发狠。

你若学了乖，爱呵，就觉得理应

对我说你爱我，纵使你不如此；

好像暴躁的病人，当死期已近，

只愿听医生报告健康的消息；

因为我若是绝望，我就会发疯，

疯狂中难保不把你胡乱咒骂：

这乖张世界是那么不成体统，

疯狂的耳总爱听疯子的坏话。

要我不发疯，而你不遭受诽谤，

你得把眼睛正视，尽管心放荡。