To His Love
[英]威廉·莎士比亚
William Shakespeare
在那风化了的时代的纪年，
我看到对绝代佳人的描述，
古老的韵律因美丽而变得绝妙，
赞颂着薄命的红颜，多情的骑士；
在这倾国倾城的描绘中，
那手脚、嘴唇、眼眸及眉额，
这古老笔下的描画都让我感觉，
这一切的美貌，如今皆为你所有。
于是，他们所有的赞颂不过预言
我们的时代，一切都将你预示；
而他们所见无非用那推测的眼，
竭尽才华也无法将你尽致赞颂，
而有幸得见今日时光的我们，
只用那眼惊叹，却无法开口歌颂。
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.