我们要美丽的生命不断繁息
能这样 美的玫瑰才永不消亡
既然成熟的东西都不免要谢世
优美的子孙就应当来承继芬芳
但是你跟你明亮的眼睛结了亲
把自身当柴烧 烧出了眼睛的光彩
这就在丰收的地方造成了饥馑
你是跟自己作对 教自己受害
如今你是世界上鲜艳的珍品
只有你能够替灿烂的春天开路
你却在自己的花蕾里埋葬了自身
温柔的怪物呵 用吝啬浪费了全部
可怜这世界吧 世界应得的东西
别让你的坟墓吞吃到一无所遗

from fairest creatures we desire increase
that thereby beauty's rose might never die
but as the riper should by time decease
his tender heir might bear his memory
but thou contracted to thine own bright eyes
feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel
making a famine where abundance lies
thyself thy foe,to thy sweet self too cruel
thou that art now the world's fresh arnament
and only herald to the gaudy spring
within thine own bud buriest thy content
and,tender churl,mak'st waste in niggarding
pity the world,or else this glutton be
to eat the world's due,by the grave and thee

四十个冬天将围攻你的额角
将在你美的田地里挖浅沟深渠
你青春的锦袍 如今教多少人倾倒
将变成一堆破烂 值一片空虚
那时候有人会问 你的美质
你少壮时代的宝贝 如今在何方
回答是 在你那双深陷的眼睛里
只有贪欲的耻辱浪费的赞赏
要是你回答说 我这美丽的小孩
将会完成我 我老了可以交账
从而让后代把美继承下来
那你就活用了美 该大受赞扬
你老了 你的美应当恢复青春
你的血一度冷了 该再度升温

when forty winters shall besiege thy brow
and dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field
thy youth's proud livery so gazed on now
will be a tottered weed of small worth held
then being asked where all thy beauty lies
where all the treasure of thy lusty days
to say within thine own deep-sunken eyes
were an all-eating shame and thriftless praise
how much more praise deserved thy beauty's use
if thou couldst answer,this fair child of mine
shall sum my count,and make my old excuse
proving his beauty by succession thine
this were to be new made when thou art old
and see thy blood warm when thou feel'st it cold

look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest
now is the time that face should form another
whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest
thou dost beguile the world,unbless some mother
for where is she so fair whose uneared womb
disbains the tillage of thy husbandry
or who is he so fond will be the tomb
of his self-love to stop posterity
thou art thy mother's glass,and she in thee
calls back the lovely April of her prime
so thou through windows of thine age shalt see
despite of wrinkles,this thy golden time
but if thou live rememb'red not to be
die single and thine image dies with thee

不懂节俭的可人呵 你凭什么
在自己身上浪费传家宝——美丽?
造化不送人颜色 却借人颜色
总是借给慷慨的人们 不吝惜
美丽的小气鬼 为什么你要这样
糟蹋那托你转交的丰厚馈赠?
无利可图的放债人 为什么你手上
掌握着大量金额 却还是活不成
你这样一个人跟你自己做买卖
完全是自己敲诈美好的自己
造化总要召唤你回去的 到头来
你怎能留下清帐 教人满意
美 没有用过的 得陪你进坟墓
用了的 会活着来执行你的遗嘱

unthrifty loveliness,why dost thou spend
upon thyself thy beauty's legacy?
nature's bequest gives nothing but doth lend
and being frank she lends to those are free
then,beauteous niggard,why dost thou abuse
the beauteous largess given thee to give?
profitless usurer,why dost thou use
so great a sum of sums yet canst not live?
for having traffic with thyself alone
thou of thyself thy sweet self dost deceive
then how when nature calls thee to be gone
what acceptable audit canst thou leave?
thy unused beauty must be tombed with thee
which,used,lives th' executor to be

一刻刻时辰 先用温柔的工程
造成了凝盼的美目 教众人注目
过后 会对这同一慧眼施暴政
使美的不再美 只让它一度杰出
永不歇脚的时间把夏天带到了
可怕的冬天 就随手把他倾覆
青枝绿叶在冰霜下萎黄枯槁了
美披上白雪 到处是一片荒芜
那么 要是没留下夏天的花精
那关在玻璃墙中的液体囚人
美的果实就得连同美一齐扔
没有美 也不能纪念美的灵魂
花儿提出了香精 那就到冬天
也不过丢外表 本质可还是新鲜

Those hours that with gentle work did frame
the lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell
will play the tyrants to the very same
and that unfair which fairly doth excel
For never-resting time leads summer on
to hideous winter and confounds him there
sap checked with frost and lusty leaves quite gone
beauty o'ersnowed and bareness everywhere
then were not summer's distillation left
a liquid prisoner pent in walls of glass
beauty's effect with beauty were bereft
nor it nor no rememberance what it was
But flowers distilled though they with winter meet
leese but their show they substance still lives sweet

Then let not winter's ragged hand deface,
In thee thy summer, ere thou be distilled:
Make sweet some vial; treasure thou some place
With beauty's treasure ere it be self-killed.
That use is not forbidden usury,
Which happies those that pay the willing loan;
That's for thyself to breed another thee,
Or ten times happier, be it ten for one;
Ten times thy self were happier than thou art,
If ten of thine ten times refigured thee:
Then what could death do if thou shouldst depart,
Leaving thee living in posterity?
Be not self-willed, for thou art much too fair
To be death's conquest and make worms thine heir.

躲在这里翻译嘛…自己写的？