雙語(yǔ)·英美愛(ài)情詩(shī)歌選 32　離別贈(zèng)言：莫悲傷

32. A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning

——John Donne

As virtuous men pass mildly away,

And whisper to their souls to go,

Whilst some of their friends do say

The breath goes now, and some say, No;

So let us melt, and make no noise,

No tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move,

Twere profanation of our joys

To tell the laity our love.

Moving of th' earth brings harm and fears,

Men reckon what it did and meant;

But trepidation of the spheres,

Though greater far, is innocent.

Dull sublunary lovers' love

(Whose soul is sense) cannot admit

Absence, because it doth remove

Those things which elemented it.

But we, by a love so much refined

That our selves know not what it is,

Inter-assurèd of the mind,

Care less, eyes, lips, and hand to miss.

Our two souls therefore, which are one,

Though I must go, endure not yet

A breach, but an expansion,

Like gold to airy thinness beat.

If they be two, they are two so

As stiff twin compasses are two;

Thy soul, the fixed foot, makes no show

To move, but does, if th' other do.

And though it the center sit,

Yet when the other far doth roam,

It leans and hearkens after it,

And grow erect, as that comes home.

Such wilt thou be to me, Who must

Like th' other foot, obliquely run;

Thy firmness makes my circle just,

And makes me end where I begun.