Sonnet 73
十四行诗·第七十三首
William Shakespeare · 威廉·莎士比亚
That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou seest the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west;
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou seest the glowing of such fire
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the death-bed whereon it must expire
Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by.
This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well which thou must leave ere long.
在我身上，你或许看到那样的时节：
黄叶落尽，或只剩三两片，
挂在那迎着寒风颤抖的枝头，
像荒废的唱诗台，曾经甜鸟歌唱。
在我身上，你看到这样的暮色：
落日西沉后渐渐消逝的余晖，
不久便被黑夜带走，
黑夜是死亡的化身，把一切封入安眠。
在我身上，你看到这样的火光：
躺卧在青春灰烬之上，
如同将熄的炉床，
被滋养它的东西耗尽。
这一切你已察觉，这使你的爱更坚，
去爱那不久便要离去的珍宝。
莎士比亚以秋、暮、烬写衰老，而正因为来日无多，爱才更深。