From fairest creatures we desire increase,

That thereby beauty's rose might never die,

But as the riper should by time decease,

His tender heir might bear his memory;

But thou contracted to thine own bright eyes,

Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel,

Making a famine where abundance lies,

Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel.

Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament,

And only herald to the gaudy spring,

Within thine own bud buriest thy content,

And, tender churl, mak'st waste in niggarding.

Pity the world, or else this glutton be,

To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee.

我们要美丽的生命不断繁息，

能这样，美的玫瑰才永不消亡，

既然成熟的东西都不免要谢世，

优美的子孙就应当来承继芬芳：

但是你跟你明亮的眼睛结了亲，

把自身当柴烧，烧出了眼睛的光彩，

这就在丰收的地方造成了饥馑，

你是跟自己作对，教自己受害。

如今你是世界上鲜艳的珍品，

只有你能够替灿烂的春天开路，

你却在自己的花蕾里埋葬了自身，

温柔的怪物呵，用吝啬浪费了全部。

可怜这世界吧，世界应得的东西

别让你和坟墓吞吃到一无所遗!