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Shakespeare's Sonnets 12 Shakespeare's Sonnets
When I count the clocks that strike the time,
Seeing a brave day sinking in a terrible night;
When I see violets in their prime,
Sable's curly hair is silvery white;
When I see tall trees without leaves,
One day the heat covered the herd,
Green in summer, tied into bundles,
Born on a coffin, with a white beard;
Then I question your beauty,
You have to leave in the waste of time,
Since sweetness and beauty have given up on their own,
They die when they see others grow up;
Nothing can resist the sickle of time.
Save the breed and be brave when he takes you away.
Translation:
When I counted the chimes on the wall,
Watching the bright day fall into the fierce night,
When I stare at violet's senile face,
The curly hair of moss is sprinkled with white snow;
When I saw the towering branches and leaves fall,
Not long ago, it covered the panting cattle and sheep;
The green in summer is tied in bundles,
He had a thick white beard and was put on the bed;
So I can't help worrying about your Zhu Yan:
One day you will join the garbage dump of time,
Since both beauty and wheatgrass have abandoned themselves,
Watching others grow up and wither themselves;
Nothing can resist the ruthless hand of time,
Besides giving birth, he will take you away when he comes.