Sonnets of William Shakespeare-Sonnet 21

　　Stirr'd by a painted beauty to his verse,

　　Who heaven 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 flowers, 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 fix'd in heaven's air:

　　Let them say more than like of hearsay well;

　　I will not praise that purpose not to sell.

　　我的詩(shī)神①并不像那一位詩(shī)神

　　只知運(yùn)用脂粉涂抹他的詩(shī)句，

　　連蒼穹也要搬下來(lái)作妝飾品，

　　羅列每個(gè)佳麗去贊他的佳麗，

　　用種種浮夸的比喻作成對(duì)偶，

　　把他比太陽(yáng)、月亮、海陸的瑰寶，

　　四月的鮮花，和這浩蕩的宇宙

　　蘊(yùn)藏在它的懷里的一切奇妙。

　　哦，讓我既真心愛(ài)，就真心歌唱，

　　而且，相信我，我的愛(ài)可以媲美

　　任何母親的兒子，雖然論明亮

　　比不上掛在天空的金色燭臺(tái)。

　　誰(shuí)喜歡空話，讓他盡說(shuō)個(gè)不窮;

　　我志不在出售，自用不著禱頌。