Sonnets of William Shakespeare-Sonnet 97

　　From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!

　　What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen!

　　What old December's bareness every where!

　　And yet this time removed was summer's time,

　　The teeming autumn, big with rich increase,

　　Bearing the wanton burden of the prime,

　　Like widow'd wombs after their lords' decease:

　　Yet this abundant issue seem'd to me

　　But hope of orphans and unfather'd fruit;

　　For summer and his pleasures wait on thee,

　　And, thou away, the very birds are mute;

　　Or, if they sing, 'tis with so dull a cheer

　　That leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near.

　　離開了你，日子多么像嚴(yán)冬，

　　你，飛逝的流年中唯一的歡樂!

　　天色多陰暗!我又受盡了寒凍!

　　觸目是龍鍾臘月的一片蕭索!

　　可是別離的時(shí)期恰好是夏日;

　　和膨脹著累累的豐收的秋天，

　　滿載著青春的淫蕩結(jié)下的果實(shí)，

　　好像懷胎的新寡婦，大腹便便：

　　但是這累累的豐收，在我看來，

　　只能成無父孤兒和乖異的果;

　　因夏天和它的歡娛把你款待，

　　你不在，連小鳥也停止了唱歌;

　　或者，即使它們唱，聲調(diào)那么沉，

　　樹葉全變灰了，生怕冬天降臨。