莎士比亞十四行詩集之一百四十七
The Sonnet 147
by William Shakespeare
My love is as a fever longing still,
For that which longer nurseth the disease,
Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,
Th' 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 mad men's are,
At random from the truth vainly expressed.
For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright,
Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.
莎士比亞十四行詩集之一百四十七
莎士比亞
我的愛是一種熱病，它老切盼
那能夠使它長期保養的單方，
服食一種能維持病狀的藥散，
使多變的病態食欲長久盛旺。
理性（那醫治我的愛情的醫生）
生氣我不遵守他給我的囑咐，
把我扔下，使我絕望，因為不信
醫藥的欲望，我知道，是條死路。
我再無生望，既然喪失了理智，
整天都惶惑不安、煩躁、瘋狂；
無論思想或談話，全像個瘋子，
脫離了真實，無目的，雜亂無章；
因為我曾賭咒說你美，說你璀璨，
你卻是地獄一般黑，夜一般暗。
（梁宗岱 譯）
莎士比亞及其十四行詩簡介
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