Translating English poetry (Shakespeare's

Can I compare you to summer?

You are gentler and more lovely:

The strong wind will blow away the beautiful flowers that bloom in May,

The life of summer is too ended. Quick:

Sometimes the giant eyes of the sky shine too hot,

His golden complexion will be darkened;

Everything is beautiful, always Will wither away from beauty,

Destroyed by chance or natural metabolism;

But your eternal summer will never wither,

You will never You will lose your beautiful appearance;

Death cannot praise you for wandering in his shadow,

You will be with time in immortal poetry;

As long as humans are breathing and eyes can see,

My poem will live and make your life last.