十四行詩 Sonnet 139
O, call not me to justify the wrong
That thy unkindness lays upon my heart;
Wound me not with thine eye but with thy tongue;
Use power with power and slay me not by art.
Tell me thou lovest elsewhere, but in my sight,
Dear heart, forbear to glance thine eye aside:
What need'st thou wound with cunning when thy might
Is more than my o'er-press'd defense can bide?
Let me excuse thee: ah! my love well knows
Her pretty looks have been mine enemies,
And therefore from my face she turns my foes,
That they elsewhere might dart their injuries:
Yet do not so; but since I am near slain,
Kill me outright with looks and rid my pain.
哦，別叫我原諒你的殘酷不仁
對於我的心的不公正的冒犯；
請用舌頭傷害我，可別用眼睛；
狠狠打擊我，殺我，可別耍手段。
說你已愛上了別人；但當我面，
心肝，可別把眼睛向旁邊張望：
何必要耍手段，既然你的強權
已夠打垮我過分緊張的抵抗？
讓我替你辯解說："我愛人明知
她那明媚的流盼是我的死仇，
才把我的敵人從我臉上轉移，
讓它向別處放射害人的毒鏃！"
可別這樣；我已經一息奄奄，
不如一下盯死我，解除了苦難。
