When to the sessions of sweet silent thought

I summon up remembrance of things past,

I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,

And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste:

Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow,

For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,

And weep afresh love's long since cancell'd woe,

And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight:

Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,

And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er

The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan,

Which I new pay as if not paid before.

But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,

All losses are restored and sorrows end.

當我傳喚對已往事物的記憶

出庭于那馨香的默想的公堂，

我不禁為命中許多缺陷嘆息，

帶著舊恨，重新哭蹉跎的時光；

于是我可以淹沒那枯涸的眼，

為了那些長埋在夜臺的親朋，

哀悼著許多音容俱渺的美艷，

痛哭那情愛久已勾消的哀痛：

于是我為過去的惆悵而惆悵，

并且一一細算，從痛苦到痛苦，

那許多嗚咽過的嗚咽的舊賬，

仿佛還未付過，現在又來償付。

但是只要那刻我想起你，摯友，

損失全收回，悲哀也化為烏有。