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Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul
無論是我自己的顧慮還是蒼茫乾坤
Of the wide world dreaming on things to come,
預(yù)知未來事物發(fā)展的先知之魂
Can yet the lease of my true love control,
都不能限制我的真愛的周期，
Supposed as forfeit to a confined doom.
盡管有人認(rèn)為愛終究會化作荒墳，
The mortal moon hath her eclipse endured
人間的月亮已安然度過月蝕之災(zāi)，
And the sad augurs mock their own presage;
曾預(yù)言不祥的人反成為笑柄
Incertainties now crown themselves assured
疑慮叢生現(xiàn)轉(zhuǎn)變?yōu)樾判陌俦叮?/div>
And peace proclaims olives of endless age.
象征和平的橄欖枝將永世長存。
Now with the drops of this most balmy time
今朝欣逢這盛事的甘露，我的愛
My love looks fresh, and death to me subscribes,
煥然一新，死神也對我俯首稱臣。
Since, spite of him, I'll live in this poor rhyme,
它雖會戰(zhàn)勝愚鈍無言的蕓蕓眾生，
While he insults o'er dull and speechless tribes:
卻奈何不了我，因為我能借歪詩活命。
And thou in this shalt find thy monument,
你也能憑我的詩行如堅碑長在，
When tyrants' crests and tombs of brass are spent.
而暴君的勛徽與銅墓將化作埃塵。
