Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometimes declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimm’d;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st.
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
译文：
能不能让我把你比拟作夏日？
你可是更加温和，更加可爱：
狂风会吹落五月的好花儿，
夏季的生命又未免结束得太快：
有时候苍天的巨眼照得太灼热，