十四行诗 Sonnet 139

O, call not me to justify the wrong

That thy unkindness lays upon my heart;

Wound me not with thine eye but with thy tongue;

Use power with power and slay me not by art.

Tell me thou lovest elsewhere, but in my sight,

Dear heart, forbear to glance thine eye aside:

What need'st thou wound with cunning when thy might

Is more than my o'er-press'd defense can bide?

Let me excuse thee: ah! my love well knows

Her pretty looks have been mine enemies,

And therefore from my face she turns my foes,

That they elsewhere might dart their injuries:

Yet do not so; but since I am near slain,

Kill me outright with looks and rid my pain.

哦，别叫我原谅你的残酷不仁

对于我的心的不公正的冒犯；

请用舌头伤害我，可别用眼睛；

狠狠打击我，杀我，可别耍手段。

说你已爱上了别人；但当我面，

心肝，可别把眼睛向旁边张望：

何必要耍手段，既然你的强权

已够打垮我过分紧张的抵抗？

让我替你辩解说："我爱人明知

她那明媚的流盼是我的死仇，

才把我的敌人从我脸上转移，

让它向别处放射害人的毒镞！"

　　可别这样；我已经一息奄奄，

　　不如一下盯死我，解除了苦难。