抬起了火红的头颅，人间的眼睛
Lifts up his burning head, each under eye
就都来膜拜他这初生的景象，
Doth homage to his new-appearing sight,
注视着他，向他的圣驾致敬；
Serving with looks his sacred majesty;
正像强壮的小伙子，青春年少，
And having climbed the steep-up heavenly hill,
他又爬上了峻峭的天体的山峰，
Resembling strong youth in his middle age,
世人的目光依然爱慕他美貌，
Yet mortal looks adore his beauty still,
侍奉着他在他那金色的旅途中；
Attending on his golden pilgrimage;
但是不久他疲倦地乘着车子
But when from highmost pitch, with weary car,
从白天的峰顶跌下，像已经衰老，
Like feeble age he reeleth from the day,
原先忠诚的人眼就不再去注视
The eyes, 'fore duteous, now converted are
他怎样衰亡而改换了观看的目标：
From his low tract and look another way:
你如今好比是丽日当空放光彩，
So thou, thyself outgoing in thy noon,
将来要跟他一样——除非有后代。
Unlooked on diest unless thou get a son.