英诗中译：颗颗浊泪诉哀愁_莎士比亚

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Sonnet 44 颗颗浊泪诉哀愁
If the dull substance of my flesh were thought,
Injurious distance should not stop my way;
For then, despite of space, I would be brought
From limits far remote where thou dost stay.
No matter then although my foot did stand
Upon the farthest earth removed from thee,
For nimble thought can jump both sea and land
As soon as think the place where he would be.
But ah, thought kills me, that I am not thought
To leap large lengths of miles when thou art gone,
But that, so much of earth and water wrought,
I must attend time's leisure with my moan.
Receiving naught by elements so slow
But heavy tears, badges of either's woe.
笨拙肉体若成思绪轻扬，
可恶距离怎能拦我去路；
哪怕千山万水将我阻挡，
我亦能飞到你安身之处。
纵然此刻我双脚就站在，
离你最遥远那片土地上，
轻盈思绪亦能翻山越海，
顷刻间飞到想去的地方。
此身非思绪，摧肝断肠，
无法飞越万里到你身边，
都怨这泥水做的臭皮囊，
时光悠然伴我声声悲叹。
两种钝滞成分化为乌有，
只剩颗颗浊泪诉说哀愁。
译于2008年6月30日。
If I were made of thought instead of slow, dull flesh, this wicked distance between us wouldn't keep me from where I wanted to be. No matter the distance—from the farthest possible regions—I would bring myself to where you are. It wouldn't matter that my feet were standing on the spot on earth farthest from you: Thought is nimble enough to jump over both sea and land as quickly as it can think about the place it wants to be. But, ah, it's killing me to think that I'm not made of thought and can't leap over the many miles when you are gone. Instead my body is made of so much earth and water that I have to fill the long time without you with my moans. The leaden, deep earth and slow, wet water of which I am made give me nothing but heavy tears.

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真实朴素的场景，但是是生活的核心。

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