SONNET12十四行诗第12首[英]莎士比亚

When I do count the clock that tells the time, 当我将报时的钟声计数，
And see the brave day sunk in hideous night; 朗朗白昼沉入夜之恐怖；
When I behold the violet past prime, 当我凝神紫罗兰的迟暮，
And sable curls, all silver'd o'ver with white; 看深色的卷发银霜满布；

When lofty trees I see barren of leaves 望着参天大树叶落枝秃－
Which erst from heat did canopy the herd, 其先前还曾将兽群荫护，
And summer's green all girded up in sheaves 夏季的苍翠，被一一捆束－
Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard, 叠架于尸床，白须儿茀茀。
Then of thy beauty do I question make, 于是我质疑起你的俊气：
That thou among the wastes of time must go, 随光阴虚掷，你必走无疑；
Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake 既然美和乐趣自暴自弃－
And die as fast as the