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But wherefore do not you a mightier way
但為什么你不用更有效的方法
Make war upon this bloody tyrant Time?
去反抗這嗜血的時間魔王，
And fortify yourself in your decay
或用更幸福的手段來抵抗衰朽，
With means more blessed than my barren rhyme?
卻反借重我這不育的詩行？
Now stand you on the top of happy hours,
如今你置身于桃花運的頂峰之上，
And many maiden gardens, yet unset,
有許多處女園等待你栽插紅芳，
With virtuous wish would bear you living flowers,
殷切地盼望著你植下活花朵朵，
Much liker than your painted counterfeit.
花兒比你的畫像更顯出你的真相。
So should the lines of life that life repair,
所以生命只能靠生命線維系，
Which this time's pencil, or my pupil pen,
不論是我的涂鴉還是當(dāng)代的畫匠
Neither in inward worth nor outward fair
都不能使你活現(xiàn)在人們心房，
Can make you live yourself in eyes of men.
讓你內(nèi)在和外在的美色昭彰。
To give away yourself keeps yourself still,
故棄你自己將反使你自己長在,
And you must live, drawn by your own sweet skill.
想生存就得靠把傳宗妙技發(fā)揚。
