莎士比亚十四行诗71汉译
(2011-11-26 08:44:50)
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分类: 莎翁十四行诗汉译 |
No longer mourn for me when I am
dead
Then you shall hear the surly sullen
bell
Give warning to the world that I am
fled
From this vile world, with vilest
worms to dwell:
Nay, if you read this line, remember
not
The
hand that writ it; for I love you so
That I
in your sweet thoughts would be forgot
If
thinking on me then should make you woe.
O, if,
I say, you look upon this verse
When I perhaps compounded am with
clay,
Do not
so much as my poor name rehearse.
But let
your love even with my life decay,
Lest
the wise world should look into your moan
And
mock you with me after I am gone.
-by William Shakespeare
(1564-1616)