Sonnets of William Shakespeare-Sonnet 112
| Your love and pity doth the impression fillWhich vulgar scandal stamp'd upon my brow;For what care I who calls me well or ill,So you o'er-green my bad, my good allow?You are my all the world, and I must striveTo know my shames and praises from your tongue:None else to me, nor I to none alive,That my steel'd sense or changes right or wrong.In so profound abysm I throw all careOf others' voices, that my adder's senseTo critic and to flatterer stopped are.Mark how with my neglect I do dispense: You are so strongly in my purpose bred That all the world besides methinks are dead. 你的爱怜抹掉那世俗的讥谗打在我的额上的耻辱的烙印；别人的毁誉对我有什么相干，你既表扬我的善又把恶遮隐！你是我整个宇宙，我必须努力从你的口里听取我的荣和辱；我把别人，别人把我，都当作死，谁能使我的铁心肠变善或变恶？别人的意见我全扔入了深渊，那么干净，我简直像聋蛇一般，凭他奉承或诽谤都充耳不闻。请倾听我怎样原谅我的冷淡：你那么根深蒂固长在我心里，全世界，除了你，我都认为死去。 |
