I summon up remembrance of things past,

　　I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,

　　And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste:

　　Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow,

　　For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,

　　And weep afresh love's long since cancell'd woe,

　　And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight:

　　Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,

　　And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er

　　The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan,

　　Which I new pay as if not paid before.

　　But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,

　　All losses are restored and sorrows end.

　　当我传唤对已往事物的记忆

　　出庭于那馨香的默想的公堂，

　　我不禁为命中许多缺陷叹息，

　　带着旧恨，重新哭蹉跎的时光;

　　于是我可以淹没那枯涸的眼，

　　为了那些长埋在夜台的亲朋，

　　哀悼着许多音容俱渺的美艳，

　　痛哭那情爱久已勾消的哀痛：

　　于是我为过去的惆怅而惆怅，

　　并且一一细算，从痛苦到痛苦，

　　那许多呜咽过的呜咽的旧账，

　　仿佛还未付过，现在又来偿付。

　　但是只要那刻我想起你，挚友，

　　损失全收回，悲哀也化为乌有。