只要我们的世界大，时间多，
小姐，羞怯就算不了罪过，
我们就坐下来，想想上哪边
去散步，过我们长长的情爱天。
你就跑到印度的恒河旁
去觅红宝石：我守着潮浪
对洪泊湾兴叹。我会在
洪水前十年就开始把你爱，
如果你拒绝，不答应也好，
直到犹太人改信了宗教。
我的植物性爱情的滋长
必许多帝国还要慢，还要广：
一百年我都用来赞美
你的眼，用来凝视你的眉；
两百年崇仰；每一个乳房，
三万年才遍及其余的地方；
每一个部分至少要一世代，
最后一世代你的心才登台：
小姐，你应有这等身价，
我用情也不愿草草上马。
可是我背后总听到声音：
时间的飞轮急促的逼近；
而摆在我们前头的一切
就是永恒的无边荒野。
你的美决不会重新找到，
你的大理石坟窖里也短少
我的歌声；蛆虫会成阵
来品尝那一瓶久藏的童贞，
你的矫情化成了尘土
我的欲情白白的烧枯：
坟墓是好地方，没有人打扰，
可是也没有人在那里拥抱。
因此，现在就趁你的嫩皮肤
还色泽新鲜，俨然像朝露，
趁你情愿的灵魂直冒烟，
旺盛而透出每一个皮肤眼，
我们能玩就玩一个尽兴；
我们像一对发情的飞鹰
宁可把我们的时光一口吞，
不在它慢嚼的嘴里委顿。
让我们把全部力量，再加满
全部蜜糖，揉成了一团，
攻破人生的铁门，一举
而夺得我们应得的欢喜：
这样子，虽不能叫太阳停止，
就叫它跑个七伤八死。
This coyness, lady, were no crime.
We would sit down and think which way
To walk, and pass our long love's day.
Thou by the Indian Ganges' side
Should'st rubies find: I by the tide
Of Humber would complain. I would
Love you ten years before the Flood,
And you should, if you please, refuse
Till the conversion of the Jews.
My vegetable love should grow
Vaster than empires and more slow.
An hundred years should go to praise
Thine eyes, and on thy forehead gaze;
Two hundred to adore each breast,
But thirty thousand to the rest;
An age at least to every part,
And the last age should show your heart.
For, lady, you deserve this state,
Nor would I love at lower rate.
But at my back I always hear
Time's wing chariot hurrying near,
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vast eternity.
Thy beauty shall no more be found,
Nor in thy marble vault shall sound
My echoing song; then worms shall try
That long-preserved virginity,
And your quaint honour turn to dust,
And into ashes all my lust.
The grave's a fine and private place,
But none, I think, do there embrace.
Now, therefore, while the youthful hue
Sits on thy skin like morning dew,
And while thy willing soul transpires
At every pore with instant fires,
Now, let us sport us while we may;
And now, like amorous birds of prey,
Rather at once our time devour,
Than languish in his slow-chapt power!
Let us roll all our strength, and all
Our sweetness up into one ball;
And tear our pleasures with rough strife,
Through the iron gates of life!
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.
小姐，羞怯就算不了罪过，
我们就坐下来，想想上哪边
去散步，过我们长长的情爱天。
你就跑到印度的恒河旁
去觅红宝石：我守着潮浪
对洪泊湾兴叹。我会在
洪水前十年就开始把你爱，
如果你拒绝，不答应也好，
直到犹太人改信了宗教。
我的植物性爱情的滋长
必许多帝国还要慢，还要广：
一百年我都用来赞美
你的眼，用来凝视你的眉；
两百年崇仰；每一个乳房，
三万年才遍及其余的地方；
每一个部分至少要一世代，
最后一世代你的心才登台：
小姐，你应有这等身价，
我用情也不愿草草上马。
可是我背后总听到声音：
时间的飞轮急促的逼近；
而摆在我们前头的一切
就是永恒的无边荒野。
你的美决不会重新找到，
你的大理石坟窖里也短少
我的歌声；蛆虫会成阵
来品尝那一瓶久藏的童贞，
你的矫情化成了尘土
我的欲情白白的烧枯：
坟墓是好地方，没有人打扰，
可是也没有人在那里拥抱。
因此，现在就趁你的嫩皮肤
还色泽新鲜，俨然像朝露，
趁你情愿的灵魂直冒烟，
旺盛而透出每一个皮肤眼，
我们能玩就玩一个尽兴；
我们像一对发情的飞鹰
宁可把我们的时光一口吞，
不在它慢嚼的嘴里委顿。
让我们把全部力量，再加满
全部蜜糖，揉成了一团，
攻破人生的铁门，一举
而夺得我们应得的欢喜：
这样子，虽不能叫太阳停止，
就叫它跑个七伤八死。
This coyness, lady, were no crime.
We would sit down and think which way
To walk, and pass our long love's day.
Thou by the Indian Ganges' side
Should'st rubies find: I by the tide
Of Humber would complain. I would
Love you ten years before the Flood,
And you should, if you please, refuse
Till the conversion of the Jews.
My vegetable love should grow
Vaster than empires and more slow.
An hundred years should go to praise
Thine eyes, and on thy forehead gaze;
Two hundred to adore each breast,
But thirty thousand to the rest;
An age at least to every part,
And the last age should show your heart.
For, lady, you deserve this state,
Nor would I love at lower rate.
But at my back I always hear
Time's wing chariot hurrying near,
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vast eternity.
Thy beauty shall no more be found,
Nor in thy marble vault shall sound
My echoing song; then worms shall try
That long-preserved virginity,
And your quaint honour turn to dust,
And into ashes all my lust.
The grave's a fine and private place,
But none, I think, do there embrace.
Now, therefore, while the youthful hue
Sits on thy skin like morning dew,
And while thy willing soul transpires
At every pore with instant fires,
Now, let us sport us while we may;
And now, like amorous birds of prey,
Rather at once our time devour,
Than languish in his slow-chapt power!
Let us roll all our strength, and all
Our sweetness up into one ball;
And tear our pleasures with rough strife,
Through the iron gates of life!
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.
【注释】 安德鲁·马维尔的《致他羞涩的情人》是一首不同寻常又极具魅力的好诗.一首好诗的魅力总是多方面的,丰富奇妙的修辞手段与诗的意境的巧妙结合,形成该诗的独特魅力.该诗的主要修辞手法有:夸张、隐喻、象征、引喻、反语、对照和层递.