四十嚴冬｜莎士比亞十四行詩 2

初稿｜2026年8月23日

When forty winters shall besiege thy brow
嚴冬四十次，圍攻汝額首，
And dig deep trenches in thy beauty’s field,
是美其戰場，深掘有壕溝；
Thy youth’s proud livery, so gazed on now,
盛裝傲青春，今朝得見過，
Will be a tattered weed of small worth held.
將換襤褸衫，價值實微薄。

Then being asked where all thy beauty lies,
若問風華美，今日何處留，
Where all the treasure of thy lusty days,
瀟灑風流日，珍貴何處有，
To say within thine own deep-sunken eyes
答曰雙眸裡，眶內深陷落，
Were an all-eating shame and thriftless praise.
耗盡反辱生，讚譽虛名磨。

How much more praise deserved thy beauty’s use
若美能善用，讚譽何其多，
If thou couldst answer “This fair child of mine
其乃我子女，此語若能說，
Shall sum my count and make my old excuse,”
總結人生帳，防老稱理由，
Proving his beauty by succession thine.
則能證其美，世代得傳授。

This were to be new made when thou art old
將得煥然新，遲暮當倦休，
And see thy blood warm when thou feel’st it cold.
將見氣血活，身冷當感受。

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