Dirge of Love
William Shakespeare (1564–1616)
Come away, come away, Death,
And in sad cypres let me be laid;
Fly away, fly away, breath;
I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
My shroud of white, stuck all with yew,
O prepare it!
My part of death no one so true
Did share it.
Not a flower, not a flower sweet
On my black coffin let there be strown;
Not a friend, not a friend greet
My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown;
A thousand thousand sighs to save,
Lay me, O where
Sad true lover never find my grave,
To weep there.
愛之輓歌
無常爾來矣﹐置我於柩床。一息已云絕﹐殺我乃姣娘。
麻絰及紫杉﹐速備慎毋忘。無人愛我深﹐乃肯殉我亡。
竟無一好花﹐撒余靈柩旁。竟無一良朋﹐弔余埋骨場。
不須為余泣﹐葬余在遐荒。親友無覓處﹐免其徒哀傷。
