I Envy Those Jacks That Kiss Thy Hand
[英]威廉·莎士比亚
William Shakespeare
一次又一次，你弹奏起我的音乐，
那些幸福的琴键，
在你美丽指尖的指挥下，
流淌出轻松悦耳的旋律，让人着迷。
那些欢快喜悦的琴键令人嫉妒，
它们能亲吻你柔软的掌心，
那该是我可怜的嘴唇的特权，
而我，只能对着它们的欢快独自脸红发呆！
让我的嘴唇来做那些欢快舞蹈的小木片吧，
听从你指尖的指挥。
你的指尖停留在它们的身上，如此多情！
令死木头比活嘴唇更让人羡慕，
既然它们如此幸福，
那么，把手指给它们，把嘴唇给我。
How oft when thou， my music， music play'st，
Upon that blessed wood whose motion sounds
With thy sweet fingers when thou gently sway'st
The wiry concord that mine ear confounds，
Do I envy those jacks that nimble leap，
To kiss the tender inward of thy hand，
Whilst my poor lips which should that harvest reap，
At the wood's boldness by thee blushing stand！
To be so tickled， they would change their state
And situation with those dancing chips，
O'er whom thy fingers walk with gentle gait，
Making dead wood more bless'd than living lips.
Since saucy jacks so happy are in this，
Give them thy fingers， me thy lips to kiss.