抒情十四行詩集第四首

Thou hast thy calling to some palace-floor,

你曾經受到邀請，進入了宮廷，

Most gracious singer of the high poems! where

溫雅的歌手!你唱著崇高的詩篇;

The dancers will break footing, from the care

貴客們停下舞步，為了好瞻仰你，

Of watching up thy pregnant lips for more.

期待那豐滿的朱唇再吐出清音;

And dost thou lift this house’s latch too poor

而你卻抽起我的門閂，你果真

For hand of thine? and canst thou think and bear

不嫌它褻瀆了你的手?沒誰看見，

To let thy music drop here unaware

你甘讓你那音樂飄落在我門前，

In folds of golden fulness at my door?

疊作層層金聲的富麗?你忍不忍?

Look up and see the casement broken in,

你往上瞧，看這窗戶都被闖破--

The bats and owlets builders in the roof!

是蝙蝠和夜鶯的窠巢盤踞在頂梁，

My cricket chirps against thy mandolin.

是啾啾的蟋蟀在跟你的琵琶應和!

Hush, call no echo up in further proof

住聲，別再激起回聲來加深荒涼!

Of desolation! there’s a voice within

那里邊有一個哀音，它必須深躲，

That weeps ... as thou must sing ... alone, aloof.

在暗里哭泣--正象你應該當眾歌唱。