英文

To me, fair friend, you never can be old,

For as you were when first your eye I eyed,

Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold

Have from the forests shook three summers' pride,

Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turned

In process of the seasons have I seen,

Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burned,

Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green.

Ah, yet doth beauty like a dial hand,

Steal from his figure, and no pace perceived;

So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand,

Hath motion, and mine eye may be deceived.

For fear of which, hear this thou age unbred:

Ere you were born was beauty's summer dead.

中文

爱友，你在我眼里永不衰老，

你的美与我们初逢时一样；

但在时序的更替中，我看到：

冬的寒飚三度肆虐于林莽，

三度吹落了那夏季的苍翠，

将春的瑰丽变成秋的干枯；

六月的骄阳也已三度烧毁

四月的花香；唯你依然青绿！

哎呀，美就像日晷上的指针

偷偷行走，让人难察其变迁；

你的美也如此，我当它站定，

其实在动，我的眼睛受了骗。

　　为此我要对后来者说一声：

　　你们未生时，美的夏天已殒。