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When I do count the clock that tells the time,
當我細數報時的鐘聲敲響，
And see the brave day sunk in hideous night;
眼看可怖夜色吞噬白晝光芒；
When I behold the violet past prime,
當我看到紫羅蘭香消玉殞，
And sable curls all silvered o'er with white;
黝黑的鬈發漸漸披上銀霜；
When lofty trees I see barren of leaves,
當我看見木葉脫盡的高樹，
Which erst from heat did canopy the herd,
曾帳篷般為牧芋人帶來陰涼，
And summer's green, all girded up in sheaves,
一度青翠的夏苗現在被捆打成束，
Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard;
載上靈車，連同白色堅脆的麥芒，
Then of thy beauty do I question make,
于是我不禁為你的美色擔憂，
That thou among the wastes of time must go,
你也會遲早沒入時間的荒涼，
Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake,
既然甘美的事物總是會自暴自棄，
And die as fast as they see others grow,
眼看后來者居上自已卻快速地消亡，
And nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make defense,
所以沒有什么能擋住時間的鐮刀，
Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence.
除非你謝世之后留下了兒郎。
