Lo! in the orient when the gracious light

Lifts up his burning head, each under eye

Doth homage¹ to his new-appearing sight,

Serving with looks his sacred majesty²;

And having climb'd the steep-up heavenly hill,

Resembling strong youth in his middle age,

yet mortal looks adore his beauty still,

Attending on his golden pilgrimage;

But when from highmost pitch, with weary car,

Like feeble age, he reeleth from the day,

The eyes, 'fore³ duteous, now converted are

From his low tract⁴ and look another way:

So thou, thyself out-going in thy noon,

Unlook'd on diest, unless thou get a son.

看，当普照万物的太阳从东方

抬起了火红的头，下界的眼睛

都对他初升的景象表示敬仰，

用目光来恭候他神圣的驾临；

然后他既登上了苍穹的极峰，

像精力饱满的壮年，雄姿英发，

万民的眼睛依旧膜拜他的峥嵘，

紧紧追随着他那疾驰的金驾。

但当他，像耄年拖着尘倦的车轮，

从绝顶颤巍巍地离开了白天，

众目便一齐从他下沉的足印

移开它们那原来恭顺的视线。

同样，你的灿烂的日中一消逝，

你就会悄悄死去，如果没后嗣。