From fairest creatures we desire increase,

　　我們要美麗的生命不斷繁息，

　　That thereby beauty's rose might never die,

　　能這樣，美的玫瑰才永不消亡，

　　But as the riper should by time decease,

　　既然成熟的東西都不免要謝世，

　　His tender heir might bear his memory;

　　優美的子孫就應當來承繼芬芳：

　　But thou contracted to thine own bright eyes,

　　但是你跟你明亮的眼睛結了親，

　　Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel,

　　把自身當柴燒，燒出了眼睛的光彩，

　　Making a famine where abundance lies,

　　這就在豐收的地方造成了饑饉，

　　Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel.

　　你是跟自己作對，教自己受害。

　　Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament,

　　如今你是世界上鮮艷的珍品，

　　And only herald to the gaudy spring,

　　只有你能夠替燦爛的春天開路，

　　Within thine own bud buriest thy content,

　　你卻在自己的花蕾里埋葬了自身，

　　And, tender churl, mak'st waste in niggarding.

　　溫柔的怪物呵，用吝嗇浪費了全部。

　　Pity the world, or else this glutton be,

　　可憐這世界吧，世界應得的東西

　　To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee.

　　別讓你和墳墓吞吃到一無所遺!

莎士比亞十四行英文詩歌精選篇2

　　When forty winters shall besiege thy brow,

　　四十個冬天將圍攻你的額角，

　　And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field,

　　將在你美的田地里挖淺溝深渠，

　　Thy youth's proud livery so gazed on now,

　　你青春的錦袍，如今教多少人傾倒，

　　Will be a tottered weed of small worth held:

　　將變成一堆破爛，值一片空虛。

　　Then being asked where all thy beauty lies,

　　那時候有人會問：“你的美質——

　　Where all the treasure of thy lusty days,

　　你少壯時代的寶貝，如今在何方?”

　　To say within thine own deep-sunken eyes,

　　回答是：在你那雙深陷的眼睛里，

　　Were an all-eating shame and thriftless praise.

　　只有貪欲的恥辱，浪費的贊賞。

　　How much more praise deserved thy beauty's use,

　　要是你回答說：“我這美麗的小孩

　　If thou couldst answer, 'This fair child of mine

　　將會完成我，我老了可以交賬——”

　　Shall sum my count, and make my old excuse,'

　　從而讓后代把美繼承下來，

　　Proving his beauty by succession thine.

　　那你就活用了美，該大受贊揚!

　　This were to be new made when thou art old,

　　你老了，你的美應當恢復青春，

　　And see thy blood warm when thou feel'st it cold.

　　你的血一度冷了，該再度升溫。

莎士比亞十四行英文詩歌精選篇3

　　Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest

　　照照鏡子去，把臉兒看個清楚，

　　Now is the time that face should form another,

　　是時候了，這臉兒該找個替身;

　　Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest,

　　如果你現在不給它修造新居，

　　Thou dost beguile the world, unbless some mother.

　　你就是欺世，不讓人家做母親。

　　For where is she so fair whose uneared womb

　　有那么美的女人么，她那還沒人

　　Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry?

　　耕過的處女地會拒絕你來耕耘?

　　Or who is he so fond will be the tomb

　　有那么傻的漢子么，他愿意做個墳

　　Of his self-love to stop posterity?

　　來埋葬對自己的愛，不要子孫?

　　Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee

　　你是你母親的鏡子，她在你身上

　　Calls back the lovely April of her prime;

　　喚回了自己可愛的青春四月天：

　　So thou through windows of thine age shalt see,

　　那么不管皺紋，通過你老年的窗，

　　Despite of wrinkles, this thy golden time.

　　你也將看到你現在的黃金流年。

　　?But if thou live rememb'red not to be,

　　要是你活著，不愿意被人記牢，

　　?Die single and thine image dies with thee.

　　就獨個兒死吧，教美影與你同凋。

　　Sonnet 04

　　Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend

　　不懂節儉的可人呵，你憑什么

　　Upon thyself thy beauty's legacy?

　　在自己身上浪費傳家寶——美麗?

　　Nature's bequest gives nothing but doth lend,

　　造化不送人顏色，卻借人顏色，

　　And being frank she lends to those are free.

　　總是借給慷慨的人們，不吝惜。

　　Then, beauteous niggard, why dost thou abuse

　　美麗的小氣鬼，為什么你要這樣

　　The bounteous largess given thee to give?

　　糟蹋那托你轉交的豐厚饋贈?

　　Profitless usurer, why dost thou use

　　無利可圖的放債人，為什么你手上

　　So great a sum of sums yet canst not live?

　　掌握著大量金額，卻還是活不成?

　　For having traffic with thyself alone,

　　你這樣一個人跟你自己做買賣，

　　Thou of thyself thy sweet self dost deceive.

　　完全是自己敲詐美好的自己。

　　Then how when Nature calls thee to be gone,

　　造化總要召喚你回去的，到頭來，

　　What acceptable audit canst thou leave?

　　你怎能留下清賬，教人滿意?

　　?Thy unused beauty must be tombed with thee,

　　美，沒有用過的，得陪你進墳墓，

　　?Which, used, lives th' executor to be.

　　用了的，會活著來執行你的遺囑。

　　Sonnet 05

　　Those hours that with gentle work did frame

　　一刻刻時辰，先用溫柔的工程

　　The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell

　　造成了凝盼的美目，教眾人注目，

　　Will play the tyrants to the very same

　　過后，會對這同一慧眼施暴政，

　　And that unfair which fairly doth excel;

　　使美的不再美，只讓它一度杰出;

　　For never-resting Time leads summer on

　　永不歇腳的時間把夏天帶到了

　　To hideous winter and confounds him there,

　　可怕的冬天，就隨手把他傾覆;

　　Sap checked with frost and lusty leaves quite gone,

　　青枝綠葉在冰霜下萎黃枯槁了，

　　Beauty o'ersnowed and bareness everywhere.

　　美披上白雪，到處是一片荒蕪：

　　Then, were not summer's distillation left

　　那么，要是沒留下夏天的花精——

　　A liquid prisoner pent in walls of glass,

　　那關在玻璃墻中的液體囚人，

　　Beauty's effect with beauty were bereft,

　　美的果實就得連同美一齊扔，

　　Nor it nor no remembrance what it was.

　　沒有美，也不能紀念美的靈魂。

　　But flowers distilled though they with winter meet,

　　花兒提出了香精，那就到冬天，

　　Leese but their show, their substance still lives sweet.

　　也不過丟外表;本質可還是新鮮。