十四行詩 Sonnet 101
O truant Muse, what shall be thy amends
For thy neglect of truth in beauty dyed?
Both truth and beauty on my love depends;
So dost thou too, and therein dignified.
Make answer, Muse: wilt thou not haply say
'Truth needs no colour, with his colour fix'd;
Beauty no pencil, beauty's truth to lay;
But best is best, if never intermix'd?'
Because he needs no praise, wilt thou be dumb?
Excuse not silence so; for't lies in thee
To make him much outlive a gilded tomb,
And to be praised of ages yet to be.
Then do thy office, Muse; I teach thee how
To make him seem long hence as he shows now.
偷懶的詩神呵，你將怎樣補救
你對那被美渲染的真的怠慢？
真和美都與我的愛相依相守；
你也一樣，要倚靠它才得通顯。
說吧，詩神；你或許會這樣回答：
"真的固定色彩不必用色彩繪；
美也不用翰墨把美的真容畫；
用不着攙雜，完美永遠是完美。
難道他不需要讚美，你就不作聲？
別替緘默辯護，因爲你有力量
使他比鍍金的墳墓更享遐齡，
並在未來的年代永受人讚揚。
當仁不讓吧，詩神，我要教你怎樣
使他今後和現在一樣受景仰。
