SHAKESPEARE’S SONNETS Sonnet 7 L

Lo！ in the orient when the gracious light

看呵！东方柔和的日光，

Lifts up his burning head，each under eye

正抬起他那火热的头颅，

Doth homage to his new-appearing sight，

万民敬仰他初升的景象，

Serving with looks his sacred majesty；

以目光恭候他神圣驾临；

And having climb’d the steep-up heavenly hill，

他正登上那苍穹的极峰，

Resembling strong youth in his middle age，

他如同壮年般刚劲有力，

Yet mortal looks adore his beauty still，

众人一如既往，膜拜他的健美，

Attending on his golden pilgrimage：

追随他登上辉煌的圣堂：

But when from highmost pitch， with weary car，

但当他拖着疲惫之轮，从高空跌下，

Like feeble age， he reeleth from the day，

如那奄奄一息的老者，在白日蹒跚，

The eyes， ’fore duteous， now converted are

人们便一改他们恭顺眼光，

From his low tract， and look another way：

由他下落的轨迹瞥向他方：

So thou， thyself outgoing in thy noon

你呵，好比他夕阳西沉，

Unlook'd on diest unless thou get a son.

除非你能拥有子嗣，不然会悄然死亡。

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SHAKESPEARE’S SONNETS Sonnet 7 Lo！ in the orient when the gracious light