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Where art thou, Muse, that thou forget'st so long
繆斯，你在何方？為什么許久以來
To speak of that which gives thee all thy might?
你沉默，競把你力量的源泉忘懷。
Spend'st thou thy fury on some worthless song,
你徒費狂放的詩情于陳詞濫調(diào)，
Darkening thy power to lend base subjects light?
讓你的詩威屈尊于卑賤的題材。
Return, forgetful Muse, and straight redeem
歸來吧，健忘的詩神，年華已虛度，
In gentle numbers time so idly spent;
何妨奏壯歌一曲方不負詩才。
Sing to the ear that doth thy lays esteem
將你的歌唱傳向知音者的耳朵，
And gives thy pen both skill and argument.
是他們賦予你的健筆主題和文采。
Rise, resty Muse, my love's sweet face survey,
起來，慵困的詩神，快端詳我愛的面龐，
If Time have any wrinkle graven there;
看有否長溝橫渠在上面鋪排。
If any, be a satire to decay,
如果有，就寫下諷刺衰朽的詩句，
And make Time's spoils despised every where.
好讓時光的劫掠品處處無人踩。
Give my love fame faster than Time wastes life;
快，趁我殘生未了，使我愛名遠揚，
So thou prevent'st his scythe and crooked knife.
我就再也不怕無常橫劍刈老除衰。
