To-morrow, and To-morrow, and To-morrow 
　William Shakespeare

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, Brief candle!
Life’s but a walking shadow; a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.

明天，又一个明天，又一个明天

明天，又一个明天，又一个明天，
一天天偷搬着这种琐碎的脚步，
直到时间记录的最末一个音节；
我们的昨天全部给傻子们照亮了
入土的道路。熄了吧，熄了吧，短蜡烛！
人生只是个走影，可怜的演员
在台上摇摆了，暴跳了一阵子以后
就没有下落了；这是篇荒唐的故事，
是白痴讲的，充满了喧嚣和吵闹，
没有一点意义。



注：这节诗选自莎士比亚的悲剧《麦克白》（第5幕第5场），是麦克白在听到麦克白夫人的死讯时说的一段内心独白。