月啊，你用悲哀的步伐
With How Sad Steps, O Moon
菲利普·锡德尼
Philip Sidney
多么悲哀的脚步啊，月亮，你爬上天空
With how sad steps, O moon, thou climb’st the skies!
一张苍白的脸颊，多么寂寞。
How silently, and with how wan a face!
莫非是那忙碌的“神”
What! may it be that even in heavenly place
在天上玩弄着他的弓箭？
That busy archer his sharp arrows tries?
如果相思瞒不过久已苦于相思的眼睛，
Sure, if that long-with-love-acquainted eyes
那么我敢说，你也处在恋爱的心情，
Can judge of love, thou feel’st a lover’s case：
你那憔悴的美丽让我明白了一切——
I read it in thy looks, ---thy languished grace
我们在深深爱着。
To me, that feel the like, thy state descries．
同在相思中的月亮啊，你能告诉我吗，
Then, even of fellowship, O moon, tell me,
矢志的爱情在天界是否被看作不智？
Is constant love deemed there but want of wit?
那里的女子是否也这般傲慢？
Are beauties there as proud as here they be?
是否喜欢被爱，而又
Do they above love to be loved, and yet
轻蔑真爱着她的人？
Those lovers scorn whom that love doth possess?
在天界，是否负心被称作美德？
Do they call virtue there ungratefulness?