能不能让我来把你比拟做夏日?
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
你可是更加温和,更加可爱:
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
狂风会吹落五月里开的好花儿,
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
夏季的生命又未免结束得太快:
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
有时候苍天的巨眼照得太灼热,
Sometimes too hot the eys of heaven shines,
他那金彩的脸色也会被遮暗;
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
每一样美呀,总会离开美而凋落,
And every fair from fair somethme declines,
被时机或者自然的代谢所摧残;
By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimmed:
但是你永久的夏天决不会凋枯,
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
你永远不会失去你美的仪态;
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
死神夸不着你在他的影子里踯躅,
Nor shall Death brag thou wanderest in his shade
你将在不朽的诗中与时间同在;
When in eternal lines to time thou growest.
只要人类在呼吸,眼睛看得见,
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
我这诗就活着,使你的生命绵延.
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.