Now is the time that face should form another;

　　Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest,

　　Thou dost beguile the world, unbless some mother.

　　For where is she so fair whose unear'd womb

　　Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry?

　　Or who is he so fond will be the tomb

　　Of his self-love, to stop posterity?

　　Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee

　　Calls back the lovely April of her prime:

　　So thou through windows of thine age shall see

　　Despite of wrinkles this thy golden time.

　　But if thou live, remember'd not to be,

　　Die single, and thine image dies with thee.

　　照照镜子，告诉你那镜中的脸庞，

　　说现在这庞儿应该另造一副;

　　如果你不赶快为它重修殿堂，

　　就欺骗世界，剥掉母亲的幸福。

　　因为哪里会有女人那么淑贞

　　她那处女的胎不愿被你耕种?

　　哪里有男人那么蠢，他竟甘心

　　做自己的坟墓，绝自己的血统?

　　你是你母亲的镜子，在你里面

　　她唤回她的盛年的芳菲四月：

　　同样，从你暮年的窗你将眺见--

　　纵皱纹满脸--你这黄金的岁月。

　　但是你活着若不愿被人惦记，

　　就独自死去，你的肖像和你一起。