Sonnet 98
十四行诗 No.98
From you have I been absent
in the spring,
When proud-pied April dress'd
in all his trim,
Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing,
That heavy Saturn
laugh'd and leap'd with him.
我离开你的时候正好是春天，
当绚烂的四月，
披上新的锦袄，
把活泼的春心给万物灌注遍，
连沉重的土星也跟着笑和跳。
Yet nor the lays of birds
nor the sweet smell
of different flowers
in odour and in hue
Could make me any summer's story tell,
Or from their proud lap pluck them
where they grew;
可是无论小鸟的歌唱，
或万紫千红、
芬芳四溢的一簇簇鲜花，
都不能使我诉说夏天的故事，
或从烂熳的山洼把它们采掐：
Nor did I wonder at the lily's white,
Nor praise the deep vermilion
in the rose;
They were but sweet,
but figures of delight,
Drawn after you,
you pattern of all those.
Yet seem'd it winter still,
and, you away,
As with your shadow
I with these did play.
我也不羡慕那百合花的洁白，
也不赞美玫瑰花的一片红晕；
它们不过是香，
是悦目的雕刻，
你才是它们所要摹拟的真身。
因此，于我还是严冬，
而你不在，
像逗着你影子，
我逗它们开怀。
