我能否把你比作夏日？你比夏日更可爱，也更温和：狂风会把五月娇嫩的花苞吹落，夏天的租期又实在太过短暂：

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

苍天的眼睛有时过于灼热，它那金色容颜也常被乌云遮蔽；一切美好终将褪去光彩，或因机缘，或因自然更替而凋零。

Thou art more lovely and more temperate:

但你永恒的夏日永不褪色，你拥有的美丽也不会消失；死神也无法夸耀你在他阴影中徘徊，因为你在不朽的诗行里与时光共存。

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,

只要人类还能呼吸，眼睛还能看见，这首诗就会永存，并赋予你永恒的生命。

And summer's lease hath all too short a date:

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,

And often is his gold complexion dimmed,

And every fair from fair sometime declines,

By chance, or nature's changing course untrimmed:

But thy eternal summer shall not fade,

Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,

Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade,

When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st,

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,

So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.