Thy Bosom Is Endeared with All Hearts
[英]威廉·莎士比亚
William Shakespeare
本以为消逝的一切都已死去，
不曾想他们还欢聚在你的胸口
那里**漾着爱，和它可爱的一切，
也珍藏着那些我以为失去的朋友。
多少圣洁的泪水，将那虔诚的爱
从我眼中偷去，就像死亡的祭品，
如今我才恍然大悟
而你将失去的一切全部珍藏！
你像一座坟墓，将那曾经的爱埋葬
挂满离去的爱人们的纪念物，
它们将我所有的情意给你，
从此你得万千宠爱于一身：
在你身上我看到曾爱过的倩影
你是他们的总和，占有了我的心。
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 remov'd 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 lov'd， I view in thee，
And thou， all they， hast all the all of me.