試翻譯Sonnet 21 “寫詩不為美人裝”

寫詩因為美人裝，
詩人與我不一樣--
他把她比作天堂，
美的月亮和太陽 ，
還有寶石在地上，
和那海裏的寶藏。
四月的花朵初放，
一切稀有不尋常。
因沐浴愛的海洋，
我隻想寫出真像，
或不如星辰明亮。
那誰多濫調陳腔，
我不是個出賣商，
不需費時去讚揚 。

小貝殼， 第一次翻譯，初稿

August 4, 2017

So is it not with me as with that muse,
Stirred by a painted beauty to his verse,
Who heav'n itself for ornament doth use,
And every fair with his fair doth rehearse—
Making a couplement of proud compare...
With sun and moon, with earth and sea’s rich gems,
With April’s first-born flow'rs, and all things rare
That heaven’s air in this huge rondure hems.
O let me, true in love but truly write,
And then believe me: my love is as fair
As any mother’s child, though not so bright
As those gold candles fixed in heaven’s air.
Let them say more that like of hearsay well;
I will not praise that purpose not to sell.