雙語(yǔ)·英美愛(ài)情詩(shī)歌選 31　離別贈(zèng)言：說(shuō)眼淚

31. A Valediction: of Weeping

——John Donne

Let me pour forth

My tears before thy face whilst I stay here,

For thy face coins them, and thy stamp they bear,

And by this mintage they are something worth,

For thus they be

Pregnant of thee;

Fruits of much grief they are, emblems of more;

When a tear falls, that Thou falls which it bore,

So thou and I are nothing then, when on a diverse shore.

On a round ball

A workman that hath copies by, can lay

An Europe, Afric, and an Asia,

And quickly make that, which was nothing, all,

So doth each tear

Which thee doth wear,

A globe, yea world, by that impression grow,

Till thy tears mixed with mine do overflow

This world; by waters sent from thee, my heaven dissolvéd so.

O more than moon,

Draw not up seas to drown me in thy sphere;

Weep me not dead, in thine arms, but forbear

To teach the sea what it may do too soon.

Let not the wind

Example find

To do me more harm than it purposeth;

Since thou and I sigh one another's breath,

Whoe'er sighs most is cruelest, and hastes the other's death.