莎士比亚十四行诗全集:第51篇
Thus can my love excuse the slow offence
我既然是离你他往，
Of my dull bearer when from thee I speed:
又何须行色仓皇？
From where thou art why should I haste me thence?
不是回头路，更何须马不收缰。
Till I return, of posting is no need.
爱呵，我的坐骑的鲁钝原不是大罪，
O, what excuse will my poor beast then find,
除非是归程，纵电疾如火也不算匆忙。
When swift extremity can seem but slow?
可怜的马儿啊，那时才罪重当诛。
Then should I spur, though mounted on the wind;
我当快马加鞭、电掣般腾达飞黄；
In winged speed no motion shall I know:
虽展翅凌空亦却不觉其迅，那时节，
Then can no horse with my desire keep pace;
没一匹马儿可与我如炽的欲火争强。
Therefore desire of perfect’st love being made,
呵，这集爱大成的欲望绝非一团死肉，
Shall neigh–no dull flesh–in his fiery race;
自当引颈长啸于火焰般的飞扬。
But love, for love, thus shall excuse my jade;
然而，一报还一报，原谅我这玉骢的鲁钝吧
Since from thee going he went wilful-slow,
既然它抽身离你时有意磨磨蹭蹭，
Towards thee I’ll run, and give him leave to go.
我要正面扑向你，让它由着性儿狂奔。