哈丽特·瓦尔特女爵 | 朗读Sonnet 40

Sonnet 40

—— by William Shakespeare

Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all;

把我的所爱者夺走吧，全都夺走，

What hast thou then more than thou hadst before?

且看你是否比从前多添了朋俦？

No love, my love, that thou mayst true love call;

爱呵，你找不到别的什么爱可称为真爱，

All mine was thine before thou hadst this more.

我所爱者原是你的，即便此前你未曾到手。

Then if for my love thou my love receivest,

那么，假如你为爱我而夺走我的爱，

I cannot blame thee for my love thou usest;

我岂能责怪你为爱我而将我的爱消受。

But yet be blamed, if thou thyself deceivest

但假如你自己骗自己，铁了心品味

By wilful taste of what thyself refusest.

你不愿接受的活儿，我就真想骂你个够。

I do forgive thy robbery, gentle thief,

姑且原谅你的窃行，你这来头不小的小偷，

Although thou steal thee all my poverty;

尽管你把我的全部家当统统掳走。

And yet, love knows, it is a greater grief

然而爱是明白的：忍受爱的屈从俯就

To bear love's wrong than hate's known injury.

要比忍受恨的公开伤害更令人忧愁。

Lascivious grace, in whom all ill well shows,

可人的风流啊，连你的恶行都成了美德,

Kill me with spites; yet we must not be foes.

咬杀我吧，但我们绝不成为冤家对头。