你呵，迅疾的年月里唯一的欢乐！
From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!
啊！我感到冰冷，见到阴冻天！
What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen,
到处是衰老的十二月，荒凉寂寞！
What old December's bareness everywhere!
可是，分离的时期，正夏日炎炎；
And yet this time removed was summer's time,
多产的秋天呢，因受益丰富而充实，
The teeming autumn, big with rich increase,
像死了丈夫的寡妇，大腹便便，
Bearing the wanton burden of the prime,
孕育着春天留下的丰沛的种子：
Like widowed wombs after their lords' decease.
可是我看这繁茂的产物一齐
Yet this abundant issue seemed to me
要做孤儿——生来就没有父亲；
But hope of orphans and unfathered fruit;
夏天和夏天的欢娱都在伺候你，
For summer and his pleasures wait on thee,
你不在这里，连鸟儿都不爱歌吟；
And, thou away, the very birds are mute;
鸟即使歌唱，也带着一肚子阴霾，
Or, if they sing, 'tis with so dull a cheer,
使树叶苍黄，怕冬天就要到来。
That leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near.