莎士比亚十四行诗网友原创翻译(4)

　　But wherefore do not you a mightier way
　　Make war upon this bloody tyrant, Time?
　　And fortify yourself in your decay
　　With means more blessèd than my barren rhyme?
　　Now stand you on the top of happy hours,
　　And many maiden gardens, yet unset,
　　With virtuous wish would bear your living flowers,
　　Much liker than your painted counterfeit:
　　So should the lines of life that life repair
　　Which this time's pencil or my pupil pen,
　　Neither in inward worth nor outward fair
　　Can make you live yourself in eyes of men.
　　　　To give away yourself keeps yourself still,
　　And you must live drawn by your own sweet skill.

　　"Sonnet #16" was originally published in Shake-speares Sonnets: Never before Imprinted (1609).

　　用何百计与千方，抵抗血腥光阴王？
　　不用利器抵衰朽，反借不育之诗行。
　　置身桃花运绝顶，处女之地插红芳。
　　切盼群英色绚烂，比画更肖汝面庞。
　　生命轮廓生命描，不论涂鸦与墨香。
　　不能使汝人前现，外在内在美昭彰。
　　舍弃自我得自我，妙笔生花继世长。

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　　Who will believe my verse in time to come
　　If it were filled with your most high deserts?
　　Though yet, heaven knows, it is but as a tomb
　　Which hides your life and shows not half your parts.
　　If I could write the beauty of your eyes
　　And in fresh numbers number all your graces,
　　The age to come would say, 'This poet lies--
　　Such heavenly touches ne'er touched earthly faces.'
　　So should my papers, yellowed with their age,
　　Be scorned, like old men of less truth than tongue,
　　And your true rights be termed a poet's rage
　　And stretchèd metre of an antique song.
　　But were some child of yours alive that time,
　　You should live twice--in it and in my rhyme.

　　"Sonnet #17" was originally published in Shake-speares Sonnets: Never before Imprinted (1609).

　　将来谁信吾诗行，汝之美德世无双？
　　天知此仅一坟墓，埋葬汝命难张扬。
　　若能描摹目流盼，千娇百媚诗断肠。
　　未来则云诗家谎，神笔未润此面庞。
　　岁月如烟卷熏黄，为人藐视如夕阳。
　　真容诬作骚客狂，古歌虚饰复夸张。
　　假若彼时子孙在，活于其身与诗章。