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