我看你永远不会老，美貌不会变，
第一次见面，我看见你是那样好，
现在仍然是不走样。三个冷冬天
从树林摇落了三个夏天的骄傲，
三度阳春烟景转成了秋黄，
我看见了季节在运转里没有停顿，
三番四月香在三度六月天烧光。
我初次看见你新鲜，现在还娇嫩。
啊，可是美，就像表面的指针，
会偷偷离开了记号，看不出移动。
你的容颜我以为永远驻定，
却也会变动，也许是我看得朦胧：
生怕如此，我告诉你在来的后世，
你们还没有生，美的夏天已经死。
Sonnet 104
To me, fair friend, you never can be old,
For as you were when first your eye I eyed,
Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold
Have from the forests shook three summers’ pride,
Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn tum’d
In process of the seasons have I seen,
Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn’d,
Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green.
Ah！yet doth beauty, like a dial-hand,
Steal from his figure and no pace perceived;
So your sweet hue, which me thiriks still doth stand,
Hath motion and mine eye may be deceived:
For fear of which, hear this, thou age unbred;
Ere you were born was beauty’s summer dead.
译者：卞之琳（1910—2000），中国诗人、翻译家、文学评论家。
来源：《诗歌翻译的艺术》(1987年)