Can I compare you to summer?
You are cuter and gentler.
The wind shook the lovely buds of corn,
The lease in summer is too short;
Sometimes the eye of heaven shines too hot,
His golden complexion often darkens,
Every fair competition has its failures,
Occasionally, or if the nature changes, vntrim will:
But your eternal summer will not die,
Or lose the beauty you know,
Death will not boast that you are in his shadow,
When you grow up in eternal lines of poetry,
As long as human beings can breathe and see,
As long as I live, I will give you life.
3. Translation:
(1) translated by Geben:
Why can't I compare you to summer?
Just because you are cuter and warmer than her:
The wind whispers in the ear of May Bud,
Talking about how short the summer is.
The eyes of the sky occasionally shine,
But it is difficult to reflect his gloomy face;
All perfection is a flash in the pan,
There is no escape from samsara.
The summer of your life is eternal,
Besides, forget your charm and beauty;
Besides, death is only accompanied by shadows,
Eternal poetry fights with you.
As long as someone in the world knows how to appreciate it,
You will always be with this poem.
② Liang Shiqiu's translation:
I can compare you to summer.
You are cuter and gentler than summer;
Strong winds will blow the buds of May to the ground.
Summer is too short to rush by.
Sometimes the sun is too hot,
Often darkens his golden face;
Good things are bound to fall,
Occasionally, or as nature changes.
But your eternal summer will not fade,
You won't lose your handsome appearance;
Death cannot boast that you are walking in its shadow,
If you gain eternal life in this immortal poem;
As long as people can breathe and see with their eyes,
This poem will last forever and make you immortal.
(3) Yu Erchang translation:
Should I compare you with summer?
You are more beautiful and gentle than summer;
The strong wind in May really shook the lovely bud.
Summer is too short;
The sunshine in the sky is sometimes his salt pond,
The golden face of the sun is often covered by Yin Fei:
Good things will lose their beauty one day,
Just because they are deprived by accidents or natural changes.
But your normal summer will never fade,
All your beauty will not change,
When you are integrated with time in immortal poems
Death will no longer boast that you wander in his shadow:
There are people who care about interests in the world, and my poems will last forever, making you live forever.