So am I as the rich, whose blessed key

Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure,

The which he will not every hour survey,

For blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure.

Therefore are feasts so solemn and so rare,

Since, seldom coming, in the long year set,

Like stones of worth they thinly placed are,

Or captain jewels in the carcanet.

So is the time that keeps you as my chest,

Or as the wardrobe which the robe doth hide,

To make some special instant special blest,

By new unfolding his imprison'd pride.

Blessed are you, whose worthiness gives scope,

Being had, to triumph, being lack'd, to hope.

我像那富翁，他那幸運的鑰匙

能把他帶到他的心愛的寶藏，

可是他并不愿時常把它啟視，

以免磨鈍那難得的銳利的快感。

所以過節(jié)是那么莊嚴和希有，

因為在一年中僅疏疏地來臨，

就像寶石在首飾上稀稀嵌就，

或大顆的珍珠在瓔珞上晶瑩。

同樣，那保存你的時光就好像

我的寶箱，或裝著華服的衣櫥，

以便偶一重展那被囚的寶光，

使一些幸福的良辰分外幸福。

　　你真運氣，你的美德能夠使人

　　有你，喜洋洋，你不在，不勝憧憬。