雙語(yǔ)·莎士比亞十四行詩(shī)集 25

XXV

Let those who are in favor with their stars

Of public honor and proud titles boast,

Whilst I, whom fortune of such triumph bars,

Unlooked for joy in that I honour most.

Great princes' favorites their fair leaves spread

But as the marigold at the sun's eye,

And in themselves their pride lies buried,

For at a frown they in their glory die.

The painful warrior famoused for fight,

After a thousand victories once foiled,

Is from the book of honor razed quite,

And all the rest forgot for which he toiled.

Then happy I, that love and am beloved.

Where I may not remove nor be removed.