能不能让我来把你比拟作夏日？

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

你可是更加温和，更加可爱：

Thou art more lovely and more temperate:

狂风会吹落五月里开的好花儿，

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,

夏季的生命又未免结束得太快；

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

有时候苍天的巨眼照得太灼热，

Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines,

他那金彩的脸色也会被遮暗；

And often is his gold complexion dimmed;

每一样美呀，总会离开美而凋落，

And every fair from fair sometimes declines,

被时机或者自然的代谢所摧残；

By chance or nature's changing course untrimmed;

但是你永久的夏天绝不会凋枯，

But thy eternal summer shall not fade,

你永远不会失去你美的仪态；

Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;

死神夸不着你在他影子里廓躅，

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

你将在不朽的诗中与时间同在；

When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st:

	只要人类在呼吸，眼睛看得见，

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

	我这诗就活着，使你的生命绵延。

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