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