As often-times the too resplendent sun

就像过于耀眼的太阳常常

   Hurries the pallid and reluctant moon

   催促苍白的月亮不甘心地

Back to her sombre cave, ere she hath won

回到她阴沉的洞穴，当她赢得

   A single ballad from the nightingale,

   夜莺的一首歌谣，

   So doth thy Beauty make my lips to fail,

   你的美也让我的嘴唇不听使唤，

And all my sweetest singing out of tune.

我所有最动听的歌声都走了调。

And as at dawn across the level mead

就像黎明时一阵大风扇动着翅膀

   On wings impetuous some wind will come,

   粗暴地扫过平整的草地

And with its too harsh kisses break the reed

它过于刺耳的吻折断芦苇

   Which was its only instrument of song,

   那是它唯一歌唱的乐器，

   So my too stormy passions work me wrong,

   我那狂风暴雨般的激情也是如此，

And for excess of Love my Love is dumb.

我的爱因为爱得过度而喑哑。

But surely unto Thee mine eyes did show

但我的眼睛清楚地向你昭示

   Why I am silent, and my lute unstrung;

   我为何沉默，我的琴弦为何断开；

Else it were better we should part, and go,

若非如此，我们最好分手而去，

   Thou to some lips of sweeter melody,

   你去寻找更甜美的旋律，

   And I to nurse the barren memory

   而我去哺育那荒芜的记忆

Of unkissed kisses, and songs never sung.

那未曾吻过的吻，未曾唱过的歌。