SONNET2十四行诗第2首[英]莎士比亚

When forty winters shall beseige thy brow,

四十个冬季围攻你额角，

And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field,

美貌的领地也深挖沟壕；

Thy youth's proud livery, so gaz'd on now,

青春的锦袍，犹炫目招摇，

Will be a tatter'd weed, of small worth held:

－将襤褛不堪，值不了分毫。

Then being ask'd where all thy beauty lies,

那时候问起：你美在何处－

Where all the treasure of thy lusty days,

　哪有你少壮年华的财富？

To say, within thine own deep-sunken eyes,

说吧：在你那眍陷的双目，

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