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十四行诗 Sonnet 147

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十四行诗 Sonnet 147

My love is as a fever, longing still


For that which longer nurseth the disease,


Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,


The uncertain sickly appetite to please.


My reason, the physician to my love,


Angry that his prescriptions are not kept,


Hath left me, and I desperate now approve


Desire is death, which physic did except.


Past cure I am, now reason is past care,


And frantic-mad with evermore unrest;


My thoughts and my discourse as madmen's are,


At random from the truth vainly express'd;


For I have sworn thee fair and thought thee bright,


Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.

我的爱是一种热病,它老切盼


那能够使它长期保养的单方,


服食一种能维持病状的药散,


使多变的病态食欲长久盛旺。


理性(那医治我的爱情的医生)


生气我不遵守他给我的嘱咐,


把我扔下,使我绝望,因为不信


医药的欲望,我知道,是条死路。


我再无生望,既然丧失了理智,


整天都惶惑不安、烦躁、疯狂;


无论思想或谈话,全像个疯子,


脱离了真实,无目的,杂乱无章;


  因为我曾赌咒说你美,说你璀璨,


  你却是地狱一般黑,夜一般暗。