雙語(yǔ)·莎士比亞十四行詩(shī)集 46

XLVI

Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war,

How to divide the conquest of thy sight;

Mine eye my heart thy picture's sight would bar,

My heart mine eye the freedom of that right.

My heart doth plead that thou in him dost lie,

A closet never pierced with crystal eyes—

But the defendant doth that plea deny,

And says in him thy fair appearance lies.

To side this title is impanneled

A quest of thoughts, all tenants to the heart;

And by their verdict is determined

The clear eyes' moiety, and the dear heart's part:

As thus; mine eyes' due is thy outward part,

And my heart's right, thy inward love of heart.