第三十六首
当我们第一次相遇，爱慕，我没有
树立冷酷古板，能意味着经越
最后，有一个零比几的局悬而未决
在悲哀与悲哀之间么？不，我宁肯发抖，
不相信任何一条光亮如镀金
前方的路，害怕偏离
哪怕一指，并且，尽管我成长平静安逸，
因此强健，仍以为上帝必会亲临，
还会重现敬畏……噢，爱，噢，誓言……
惟恐这捏紧的手决不会把握，
交互的吻掉落我俩之间，
像一件未经许可的事情，唇还在冷漠。
那么，爱，就是错！如果，人，太恪守一个诺言，
必定失去一种快乐，因为生命之星预诺过。
XXXVI.
WHEN we met first and loved, I did not build
Upon the event with marble. Could it mean
To last, a love set pendulous between
Sorrow and sorrow ? Nay, I rather thrilled,
Distrusting every light that seemed to gild
The onward path, and feared to overlean
A finger even. And, though I have grown serene
And strong since then, I think that God has willed
A still renewable fear … O love, O troth …
Lest these enclasped hands should never hold,
This mutual kiss drop down between us both
As an unowned thing, once the lips being cold,
And Love be false ! if _he_, too keep one oath,
Must lose one joy by his life's star foretold.
第三十七首
宽恕，喔，宽恕，我的心灵就会领悟
到强大的神性那种程度，明暸所有
出于你和你的，一种想象，仅仅若犹
沙雕，面临散碎坍涂。
那未获得你主权时期
疏淡的多年，颓萎于打击，
迫使我混沌的头脑遭袭
他们怀疑和担忧，盲目放弃
你表象的纯粹，扭曲毁谤
你最富价值的爱，当作毫无意义的赝品。
仿如一个遇难异教徒，安全抵港，
他的守护海神为纪念追吟，
要放置一尊海豚雕塑，呼哧腮帮，
振动尾巴，在神殿大门里悼闵。
XXXVII.
PARDON, oh, pardon, that my soul should make
Of all that strong divineness which I know
For thine and thee, an image only so
Formed of the sand, and fit to shift and break.
It is that distant years which did not take
Thy sovranty, recoiling with a blow,
Have forced my swimming brain to undergo
Their doubt and dread, and blindly to forsake
Thy purity of likeness, and distort
Thy worthiest love with worthless counterfeit.
As if a shipwrecked Pagan, safe in port,
His guardian sea-god to commemorate,
Should set a sculptured porpoise, gills a-snort,
And vibrant tail, within the temple-gate.
第三十八首
第一次，他吻我，仅仅只是吻在
这些，我写字的手指，
从此后，就变得更润白洁痴……
犹疑小心问候世界，快活表达“各位，嗨，”
待天使们说话。紫水晶戒指
我不能戴在这里，抗议视线
与第一次吻相比。第二次，延伸高限，
首先，寻索前额，又中途退却闪失，
一半落在发上。噢，奖赏在别处！
那是爱本身加冕，爱的圣油，
和着圣赐的甜蜜，领先祝。
第三次，在我唇上，向下交扭
完美，王权典礼式！从此，唔，
我当然就骄傲地宣称：“我的爱，我的唷。”
XXXVIII.
FIRST time he kissed me, he but only kissed
The fingers of this hand wherewith I write,
And ever since it grew more clean and white, …
Slow to world-greetings … quick with its “ Oh, list, ”
When the angels speak. A ring of amethyst
I could not wear here plainer to my sight,
Than that first kiss. The second passed in height
The first, and sought the forehead, and half missed,
Half falling on the hair. O beyond meed !
That was the chrism of love, which love's own crown,
With sanctifying sweetness, did precede.
The third, upon my lips, was folded down
In perfect, purple state ! since when, indeed,
I have been proud and said, “ My love, my own. ”
第三十九首
由于你有力量，拥有仁赋，
看穿我面具后面
（抗拒岁月榨取，如此漠然地践
淋！）看见我灵魂的真实面目，
悲观，疲惫生命特征的见证：——
由于你有信念，有爱来看，
透过同一颗灵魂的烦乱涣散，
看见坚韧天使在等
新天堂的一个位置：由于也无罪孽，也无哀怨，
也无上帝施责，也无死亡邻逼，
也无全部那些关注弃之厌倦……
也无导致我疲烦的所有，反观视己……
不受什么抵制……最亲爱的人，教我如愿
倾吐感激之情，像你作为，仁厚善意！
XXXIX.
BECAUSE thou hast the power and own'st the grace
To look through and behind this mask of me,
( Against which, years have beat thus blenchingly
With their rains ! ) and behold my soul's true face,
The dim and weary witness of life's race : ---
Because thou hast the faith and love to see,
Through that same soul's distracting lethargy,
The patient angel waiting for his place
In the new Heavens : because nor sin nor woe,
Nor God's infliction, nor death's neighbourhood,
Nor all, which others viewing, turn to go, …
Nor all which makes me tired of all, self-viewed, …
Nothing repels thee, … Dearest, teach me so
To pour out gratitude, as thou dost, good !
第四十首
喔，是的！他们爱，遍及我们所有这世界！
我不会否定爱，呼唤真爱。
听过谈论爱，在我早期青春时代，
此后，再没有，只是花盛放，郁结，
寂寂闻香。伊斯兰教徒和异教徒
微笑掷递手巾，不悲悯
任何哭泣，波吕斐摩的白牙龈
破开坚果，要是不断咀刍，
蛤蚌从头到尾圆滑；不止这些
会扭转事态，堪称爱，撇开憎，
不言其他，直至遗忘。但你不这样施艺调谐
一个爱人，我心爱的人！你等，
穿过悲哀，病疾，带来灵魂抵接，
当其他人喊“太晚了”，你认为正早。
译注：波吕斐摩，希腊神话人物，独眼巨人。
XL.
OH, yes ! they love through all this world of ours !
I will not gainsay love, called love forsooth.
I have heard love talked in my early youth,
And since, not so long back but that the flowers
Then gathered, smell still. Mussulmans and Giaours
Throw kerchiefs at a smile, and have no ruth
For any weeping. Polypheme's white tooth
Slips on the nut, if after frequent showers
The shell is over-smooth ; and not so much
Will turn the thing called love, aside to hate,
Or else to oblivion. But thou art not such
A lover, my Beloved ! thou canst wait
Through sorrow and sickness, to bring souls to touch,
And think it soon when others cry “ Too late. ”
第四十一首
我感谢所有在心里爱过我的人，
怀着感激和爱，深深感谢
所有接近这道圄墙时踌躇过一歇，
听我曲声高亢的人们，
他们趁着每一次去，去市场，
去教堂，去向远处招唤。
可是你，你，在我声音低落喑暗
呜咽饮泣时，你最超凡技艺的一样
特有手段，卧置凭你步惬，
倾听，听我和泪诉怀……
教我多么感激！——喔，释解
我灵魂，充满憧憬，展望未来，
看，他们，竟对它说话，致敬执锲
坚忍的爱，从消逝的生命走来！
XLI.
I THANK all who have loved me in their hearts,
With thanks and love from mine. Deep thanks to all
Who paused a little near the prison-wall,
To hear my music in its louder parts,
Ere they went onward, each one to the mart's
Or temple's occupation, beyond call.
But thou, who in my voice's sink and fall,
When the sob took it, thy divinest Art's
Own instrument, didst drop down at thy foot,
To hearken what I said between my tears, …
Instruct me how to thank thee ! --- Oh, to shoot
My soul's full meaning into future years,
That _they_ should lend it utterance, and salute
Love that endures ! with Life that disappears !
第四十二首
“未来不会溯摹我美好的往昔”——
曾经我写；想着旁边我那
生命的幸运天使开释的话，
向上看着上帝白色王座的恳乞
哀求地目光，结果，我转意，
就在那里，换成转意，看你。并非无关，
与你心灵天使！于是我，渴望试一试，依随天然
生就的毛病，迫切接受慰藉，
直至萌动，在你视野，我朝圣者的拄杖
点缀朝露，发出绿叶。
如今，我不寻索上半生的生命临状：
告别这里，告别这长期冥想的卷曲册页，
而写我新未来的铭唱，
我的新天使未曾意料这世界！
XLII.
“ My future will not copy fair my past ” ---
I wrote that once ; and thinking at my side
My ministering life-angel justified
The word by his appealing look upcast
To the white throne of God, I turned at last,
And there, instead , saw thee, not unallied
To angels in thy soul ! Then I, long tried
By natural ills, received the comfort fast,
While budding, at thy sight, my pilgrim's staff
Gave out green leaves with morning dews impearled.
I seek no copy now of life's first half :
Leave here the pages with long musing curled,
And write me new my future's epigraph,
New angel mine, unhoped for in the world !
第四十三首
我怎样爱你？让我算算边际。
我爱你，到那么深，那么宽，那么高，嘿，
超出视野，我的心灵能及，
直奔生命尽头和理想格雷斯顶极。
我爱你，到这种程度，每一天
大部分从容淡定必需，如同太阳和烛光。
我率性地爱你，像人们为正义争抗；
我无瑕地爱你，像他们对赞美羞谦。
我爱你，用那股激情，发自我的
童年信仰，陈年忧戚；
我爱你，以一种爱，那似乎是遗失了，
随我失去的圣徒——我爱你，以我一生的呼吸，
微笑，和泪珠！——还有，但愿上帝选着，
死后，我只会，更加爱你。
译注：格雷斯，上帝恩施的天惠。
XLIII.
How do I love thee ? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and Ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right ;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise ;
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith ;
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, --- I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life ! --- and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
第四十四首
心爱的人，你带给我许多鲜花，
在花园采集了整个夏季
又到冬天，好象它们就生息
在屋边，也没有错过阳光雨露滋洒。
喔，以同样名誉，我们的爱，
带来这些思想，也在这里展露，
在温暖与寒冷的日子退出
我心景。确实，那些花坛，亭台，
丛生苦野草和芸香，
等你除草：只是，这里的刺蔷薇，
这里的常春腾！——接受它们，就像
我习惯你的花，保留它们，让它们待在那儿，不会枯萎；
教你的眼睛保持本色真相，
泄露你灵魂，它们的根羁绊我的诶。
XLIV.
BELOVED, thou hast brought me many flowers
Plucked in the garden, all the summer through
And winter, and it seemed as if they grew
In this close room, nor missed the sun and showers.
So, in the like name of that love of ours,
Take back these thoughts, which here unfolded too,
And which on warm and cold days I withdrew
From my heart's ground. Indeed, those beds and bowers
Be overgrown with bitter weeds and rue,
And wait thy weeding : yet here's eglantine,
Here's ivy ! --- take them, as I used to do
Thy flowers, and keep them where they shall not pine ;
Instruct thine eyes to keep their colours true,
And tell thy soul, their roots are left in mine.
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