Sonnets of William Shakespeare-Sonnet 51
Thus can my love excuse the slow offence
Of my dull bearer when from thee I speed:
From where thou art why should I haste me thence?
Till I return, of posting is no need.
O, what excuse will my poor beast then find,
When swift extremity can seem but slow?
Then should I spur, though mounted on the wind;
In winged speed no motion shall I know:
Then can no horse with my desire keep pace;
Therefore desire of perfect'st love being made,
Shall neigh--no dull flesh--in his fiery race;
But love, for love, thus shall excuse my jade;
Since from thee going he went wilful-slow,
Towards thee I'll run, and give him leave to go.
这样,我的爱就可原谅那笨兽
(当我离开你),不嫌它走得太慢:
从你所在地我何必匆匆跑走?
除非是归来,绝对不用把路赶。
那时可怜的畜牲怎会得宽容,
当极端的迅速还要显得迟钝?
那时我就要猛刺,纵使在御风,
如飞的速度我只觉得是停顿:
那时就没有马能和欲望齐驱;
因此,欲望,由最理想的爱构成,
就引颈长嘶,当它火似地飞驰;
但爱,为了爱,将这样饶恕那畜牲:
既然别你的时候它有意慢走,
归途我就下来跑,让它得自由。