Shall I your beauties with the moon compare?
By： Pierre De Ronsard
Shall I your beauties with the moon compare?
She’s faithless, you a single purpose own.
Or to the general sun, who everywhere
Goes common with his light? You walk alone
And you are such that envy must despair
Of finding in my praise aught to condone,
You have no likeness since there’s naught as fair
Yourself your god, your star, Fate’s overtone.
Those mad or rash, who make some other woman your rival,
Hurt themselves when they would hurt you,
So far your excellence their dearth outpaces.
Either your body shields some noble demon,
Or mortal you image immortal virtue;
Or Pallas you or first among the Graces.作者: 叶如钢 时间: 2016-1-20 21:00
欣赏优美的翻译。 待细读。 问候晚安。作者: 黍黎释 时间: 2016-1-21 23:32
