My glass shall not persuade me I am old,

So long as youth and thou are of one date;

But when in thee time's furrows¹ I behold²,

Then look I death my days should expiate³.

For all that beauty that doth cover thee

Is but the seemly raiment of my heart,

Which in thy breast doth live, as thine in me:

How can I then be elder than thou art?

O, therefore, love, be of thyself so wary⁴

As I, not for myself, but for thee will;

Bearing thy heart, which I will keep so chary⁵

As tender nurse her babe from faring ill.

Presume not on thy heart when mine is slain⁶;

Thou gavest me thine, not to give back again.

这镜子决不能使我相信我老，

只要大好韶华和你还是同年；

但当你脸上出现时光的深槽，

我就盼死神来了结我的天年。

因为那一切妆点着你的美丽

都不过是我内心的表面光彩；

我的心在你胸中跳动，正如你

在我的：那么，我怎会比你先衰？

哦，我的爱呵，请千万自己珍重，

像我珍重自己，乃为你，非为我。

怀抱着你的心，我将那么郑重，

像慈母防护着婴儿遭受病魔。

别侥幸独存，如果我的心先碎；

你把心交我，并非为把它收回。