Sonnet 18
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometimes declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimmed;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,< /p>
Nor lose possession of that fair thou own;
Nor shall death brag thou wander in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow:
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So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
By William Shakespeare
Sonnet 18
Can I compare you to a summer day?
You are cuter and more gentle;
The strong wind will blow down the flowers that bloom in May,
The days of summer are too short;< /p>
Sometimes the giant eyes of the sky shine too brightly,
His golden complexion will also be obscured;
Everything beautiful will always ( Leaving beauty) withered,
Destroyed by chance or natural metabolism;
But your eternal summer will never wither,
You will never Lose your beautiful image;
Death cannot praise you for hesitating in his shadow,
You will be as long as time in the immortal poem;
As long as Human beings are breathing and can see with their eyes.
My poem is alive and makes your life last.
(Translated by Tu An)