Lo, in the orient when the gracious light

看呵，普照万物的太阳在东方

Lifts up his burning head, each under eye

抬起了火红的头颅，人间的眼睛

Doth homage¹ to his new-appearing sight,

就都来膜拜他这初生的景象，

Serving with looks his sacred majesty²;

注视着他，向他的圣驾致敬；

And having climbed the steep-up heavenly hill,

正像强壮的小伙子，青春年少，

Resembling strong youth in his middle age,

他又爬上了峻峭的天体的山峰，

Yet mortal looks adore his beauty still,

世人的目光依然爱慕他美貌，

Attending on his golden pilgrimage;

侍奉着他在他那金色的旅途中；

But when from highmost pitch, with weary car,

但是不久他疲倦地乘着车子

Like feeble age he reeleth from the day,

从白天的峰顶跌下，像已经衰老，

The eyes, 'fore³ duteous, now converted are

原先忠诚的人眼就不再去注视

From his low tract⁴ and look another way:

他怎样衰亡而改换了观看的目标：

So thou, thyself outgoing in thy noon,

你如今好比是丽日当空放光彩，

Unlooked on diest unless thou get a son.

将来要跟他一样——除非有后代。