莎士比亚十四行诗全集：Sonnet 85(mp3+双语)

My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still,
我的缄口的诗神只脉脉无语；
While comments of your praise, richly compiled,
他们对你的美评却累牍连篇，
Reserve their character with golden quill
用金笔刻成辉煌夺目的大字，
And precious phrase by all the Muses filed.
和经过一切艺神雕琢的名言。
I think good thoughts whilst other write good words,
我满腔热情，他们却善颂善祷；
And like unletter'd clerk still cry 'Amen'
像不识字的牧师只知喊"阿门"，
To every hymn that able spirit affords
去响应才子们用精炼的笔调
In polish'd form of well-refined pen.
熔铸成的每一首赞美的歌咏。
Hearing you praised, I say ''Tis so, 'tis true,'
听见人赞美你，我说，"的确，很对"，
And to the most of praise add something more;
凭他们怎样歌颂我总嫌不够；
But that is in my thought, whose love to you,
但只在心里说，因为我对你的爱
Though words come hindmost, holds his rank before.
虽拙于词令，行动却永远带头。
Then others for the breath of words respect,
那么，请敬他们，为他们的虚文；
Me for my dumb thoughts, speaking in effect.

敬我，为我的哑口无言的真诚。