莎士比亚十四行诗全集：Sonnet 86(mp3+双语)

Was it the proud full sail of his great verse,
是否他那雄浑的诗句，昂昂然
Bound for the prize of all too precious you,
扬帆直驶去夺取太宝贵的你，
That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse,
使我成熟的思想在脑里流产，
Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew?
把孕育它们的胎盘变成墓地？
Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write
是否他的心灵，从幽灵学会写
Above a mortal pitch, that struck me dead?
超凡的警句，把我活生生殛毙？
No, neither he, nor his compeers by night
不，既不是他本人，也不是黑夜
Giving him aid, my verse astonished.
遣送给他的助手，能使我昏迷。
He, nor that affable familiar ghost
他，或他那个和善可亲的幽灵
Which nightly gulls him with intelligence
（它夜夜用机智骗他），都不能自豪
As victors of my silence cannot boast;
是他们把我打垮，使我默不作声；
I was not sick of any fear from thence:
他们的威胁绝不能把我吓倒。
But when your countenance fill'd up his line,
但当他的诗充满了你的鼓励，
Then lack'd I matter; that enfeebled mine.

我就要缺灵感；这才使我丧气。