第三十二首
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第三十二首
EBB "Sonnets from the Portuguese", no. XXXII
当金黄的太十陽十升起来，第一次照上
The first time that the sun rose on thine oath
你十爱十的盟约，我就预期着明月
To love me, I looked forward to the moon
来解除那情结、系的太早太急。
To slacken all those bonds which seemed too soon
我只怕十爱十的容易、就容易失望，
And quickly tied to make a lasting troath.
引起悔心。再回顾我自己，我哪象
Quick-loving hearts, I thought, may quickly loathe;
让你十爱十慕的人！－－却象一具哑涩
And, looking on myself, I seemed not one
破损的弦琴、配不上你那么清澈
For such man's love! -- more like an out-of-tune
美妙的歌声！而这琴，匆忙里给用上，
Worn voil, a good singer would be wroth
一发出沙沙的音，就给恼恨地
To spoil his song with, and which, snatched in haste,
扔下。我这么说，并不曾亏待
Is laid down at the first ill-sounding note.
自己，可是我冤了你。在乐圣的
I did not wrong myself so, but I placed
手里，一张破琴也可以流十出完美
A wrong on _thee_. For perfect strains may float
和谐的韵十律；而凭一张弓，真诚的
'Neath master-hands, from instruments defaced, --
灵魂，可以在勒索、也同时在溺十爱十。
And great souls, at one stroke, may do and dote.