莎士比亚十四行诗 Sonnet 112

Your love and pity doth the impression fill

Which vulgar scandal stamp’d upon my brow;

For what care I who calls me well or ill,

So you o’er-GREen my bad, my good allow?

You are my all the world, and I must strive

To know my shames and praises from your tongue:

None else to me, nor I to none alive,

That my steel’d sense or changes right or wrong.

In so profound abysm I throw all care

Of others’ voices, that my adder’s sense

To critic and to flatterer stopped are.

Mark how with my neglect I do dispense:

You are so strongly in my purpose bred

That all the world besides methinks are dead.

你的爱怜抹掉那世俗的讥谗

打在我的额上的耻辱的烙印；

别人的毁誉对我有什么相干，

你既表扬我的善又把恶遮隐！

你是我整个宇宙，我必须努力

从你的口里听取我的荣和辱；

我把别人，别人把我，都当作死，

谁能使我的铁心肠变善或变恶？

别人的意见我全扔入了深渊，

那么干净，我简直像聋蛇一般，

凭他奉承或诽谤都充耳不闻。

请倾听我怎样原谅我的冷淡：

你那么根深蒂固长在我心里，

全世界，除了你，我都认为死去。