When I do count the clock that tells the time,
And see the brave day sunk in hideous night;
When I behold the violet past prime,
And sable curls all silver’d o’er with white;
When lofty trees I see barren of leaves,
Which erst from heat did canopy the herd,
And summer’s green all girded up in sheaves,
Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard,
Then of thy beauty do I question make,
That thou among the wastes of time must go,
Since sweets and beauties do themselves for sake
And die as fast as they see others grow;
And nothing’gainst Time’s scythe can make defence
Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence.
我细数时针的脚步，听光阴低语，
见朗朗白昼坠入夜的狰狞。
我凝眸紫罗兰的绚丽，见证花季凋零，
听卷曲的青丝在岁月里赋一首白头吟。
当参天的大叔繁叶落尽，
成群的牛羊失去避暑的绿荫。
当盛夏的青苗
