试翻译Sonnet 21 “写诗不为美人装”

写诗因为美人装，
诗人与我不一样--
他把她比作天堂，
美的月亮和太阳 ，
还有宝石在地上，
和那海里的宝藏。
四月的花朵初放，
一切稀有不寻常。
因沐浴爱的海洋，
我只想写出真像，
或不如星辰明亮。
那谁多滥调陈腔，
我不是个出卖商，
不需费时去赞扬 。

小贝壳， 第一次翻译，初稿

August 4, 2017

So is it not with me as with that muse,
Stirred by a painted beauty to his verse,
Who heav'n itself for ornament doth use,
And every fair with his fair doth rehearse—
Making a couplement of proud compare...
With sun and moon, with earth and sea’s rich gems,
With April’s first-born flow'rs, and all things rare
That heaven’s air in this huge rondure hems.
O let me, true in love but truly write,
And then believe me: my love is as fair
As any mother’s child, though not so bright
As those gold candles fixed in heaven’s air.
Let them say more that like of hearsay well;
I will not praise that purpose not to sell.