我看，美友呵，你永远不会老迈，
你现在还是那样美，跟最初我看见
你眼睛那时候一样。从见你以来，
我见过四季的周行：三个冷冬天
把三个盛夏从林子里吹落、摇光了；
三度阳春，都成了苍黄的秋季；
六月的骄阳，也已经三次烧光了
四月的花香：而你却始终鲜丽。
啊！不过，美也会偷偷地溜走，
像指针在钟面瞒着人离开字码，
你的美，虽然我相信它留驻恒久，
也会瞒着我眼睛，慢慢地变化。
生怕这样，后代呵，请听这首诗：
你还没出世，美的夏天早谢世。
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：屠岸（1923—2017），原名蒋壁厚，中国诗人、翻译家，人民文学出版社原总编辑。
来源：《十四行诗集》(1963年)