十四行诗 Sonnet 35

No more be grieved at that which thou hast done:

Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud;

Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun,

And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud.

All men make faults, and even I in this,

Authorizing thy trespass with compare,

Myself corrupting, salving thy amiss,

Excusing thy sins more than thy sins are;

For to thy sensual fault I bring in sense--

Thy adverse party is thy advocate--

And 'gainst myself a lawful plea commence:

Such civil war is in my love and hate

That I an accessary needs must be

To that sweet thief which sourly robs from me.

别再为你冒犯我的行为痛苦：

玫瑰花有刺，银色的泉有烂泥，

乌云和蚀把太阳和月亮玷污，

可恶的毛虫把香的嫩蕊盘据。

每个人都有错，我就犯了这点：

运用种种比喻来解释你的恶，

弄脏我自己来洗涤你的罪愆，

赦免你那无可赦免的大错过。

因为对你的败行我加以谅解--

你的原告变成了你的辩护士--

我对你起诉，反而把自己出卖：

爱和憎老在我心中互相排挤，

以致我不得不变成你的助手

去帮你劫夺我，你，温柔的小偷！