莎士比亚 情诗篇

As love is full of unbefitting strains,

All wanton as a child, skipping and vain......

爱情，充满了匪夷所思的妄想，

教我们做出了荒唐可笑的事，

就像孩子一样，轻狂、任性、不懂事……

What's in a name? that which we call a rose

By any other name would smell as sweet;

So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd,

Retain that dear perfection which he owes

Without that title.

姓名又算什么呢？我们命名作玫瑰的，

不叫它玫瑰，它不也一样香？

罗密欧也是这样，就算不叫他罗密欧，

他还是保留着天生的完美，

这与名字无关。

If ever we are nature's, these are ours; this thorn

Doth to our rose of youth rightly belong;

Our blood to us, this to our blood is born;

It is the show and seal of nature's truth,

Where love's strong passion is impress'd in youth......

我们是凡人，都有爱情的痛苦，

爱的刺就长在我们青春的玫瑰上。

我们有激情，激情因爱而生，

这是天性的真实的外表和印记。

在青年时代会打上热恋的烙印……

……for to be wise and love

Exceeds man's might; that dwells with gods above.

……因为智慧和爱情是和神祇同在的，

凡人不可能同时拥有。