To His Love
[英]威廉·莎士比亞
William Shakespeare
在那風化了的時代的紀年，
我看到對絕代佳人的描述，
古老的韻律因美麗而變得絕妙，
讚頌著薄命的紅顏，多情的騎士；
在這傾國傾城的描繪中，
那手腳、嘴唇、眼眸及眉額，
這古老筆下的描畫都讓我感覺，
這一切的美貌，如今皆為你所有。
於是，他們所有的讚頌不過預言
我們的時代，一切都將你預示；
而他們所見無非用那推測的眼，
竭盡才華也無法將你盡致讚頌，
而有幸得見今日時光的我們，
隻用那眼驚歎，卻無法開口歌頌。
When in the chronicle of wasted time
I see descriptions of the fairest wights，
And beauty making beautiful old rhyme
In praise of ladies dead， and lovely knights；
Then in the blazon of sweet beauty's best
Of hand， of foot， of lip， of eye， of brow，
I see their antique pen would have exprest
Ev'n such a beauty as you master now.
So all their praises are but prophecies
Of this our time， all you prefiguring；
And， for they look'd but with divining eyes，
They had not kill enough your worth to sing：
For we， which now behold these present days，
Have eyes to wonder， but lack tongues to praise.