第三首

第三首

Look in thy glass and tell thee face thou viewest

照照镜子，告诉你那镜中的脸庞

Now is the time that face should form another;

说现在这庞儿应该另造一副；

Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest,

如果你不赶快为它重修殿堂，

Thou dost beguile the world, unbless some mother.

就欺骗世界，剥掉母亲的幸福。

For where is she so fair whose unear’d womb

因为哪里会有不曾生育过的女人

Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry?

不愿被你开垦她的处子之身？

Or who is he so fond will be the tomb,

哪里有男人那么蠢，他竟甘心

Of his self-love to stop posterity?

在自恋的坟中自己的血统？

Thou art thy mother’s glass and she in thee

你是你母亲的镜子，在你身上

Calls back the lovely April of her prime;

她换回她的盛年的芳菲四月：；

So thou through windows of thine age shalt see,

同样，从你岁月之窗你将眺见——

Despite of wrinkles this thy golden time.

纵皱纹满脸——你这黄金岁月。

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

但是你若不愿被人惦记的活着，

Die single and thine image dies with thee.

就独自死去，与你的美貌一起。