繆思第十｜莎士比亞十四行詩 38

How can my muse want subject to invent
試問我繆思，何須構新詞，
While thou dost breathe that pour’st into my verse
當卿以呼吸，靈感澆我詩，
Thine own sweet argument, too excellent
題材從自身，豐美卓越是，
For every vulgar paper to rehearse?
以致平庸紙，複頌難盡之？

O, give thyself the thanks if aught in me
逕向卿自身，萬分感謝致，
Worthy perusal stand against thy sight,
若我有價值，細讀卿得知，
For who’s so dumb that cannot write to thee
寄卿書幾語，問誰可無詞？
When thou thyself dost give invention light?
卿乃來源光，照亮其構思。

Be thou the tenth muse, ten times more in worth
繆思卿第十，十倍卿更值，
Than those old nine which rhymers invocate;
更勝昔九位，詩人祈求賜；
And he that calls on thee, let him bring forth
喚卿若有人，生發且令之，
Eternal numbers to outlive long date.
詩句傳久遠，千古留後世。

If my slight muse do please these curious days,
雖小我繆思，若能悅今時，
The pain be mine, but thine shall be the praise.
苦勞歸我有，讚賞歸卿持。

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