Against my love shall be, as I am now,With Time's injurious hand crush'd and o'er-worn;When hours have drain'd his blood and fill'd his browWith lines and wrinkles; when his youthful mornHath travell'd on to age's steepy night,And all those beauties whereof now he's kingAre vanishing or vanish'd out of sight,Stealing away the treasure of his spring;For such a time do I now fortifyAgainst confounding age's cruel knife,That he shall never cut from memoryMy sweet love's beauty, though my lover's life:  His beauty shall in these black lines be seen,  And they shall live, and he in them still green. 像我现在一样，我爱人将不免被时光的毒手所粉碎和消耗，当时辰吮干他的血，使他的脸布满了皱纹；当他韶年的清朝已经爬到暮年的巉岩的黑夜，使他所占领的一切风流逸韵都渐渐消灭或已经全部消灭，偷走了他的春天所有的至珍；为那时候我现在就厉兵秣马去抵抗凶暴时光的残酷利刃，使他无法把我爱的芳菲抹煞，虽则他能够砍断我爱的生命。他的丰韵将在这些诗里现形，墨迹长在，而他也将万古长青。