To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time 

 

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, 

Old Time is still a-flying: 

And this same flower that smiles to-day 

Tomorrow will be dying. 

The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, 

 

The higher he's a-getting, 

The sooner will his race be run, 

And nearer he's to setting.

That age is best which is the first, 

When youth and blood are warmer; 

But being spent, the worse, and worst 

Times still succeed the former.

 

Then be not coy, but use your time, 

And while ye may, go marry: 

For having lost but once your prime, 

You may for ever tarry. 

 

蔷薇盛开时,愿君采撷,

岁月漫长,但也是在不停飞逝;

今天明媚的花朵,

明天也许就要凋谢.

 

天空中光辉的明灯,太阳,

越升越高,一片辉煌;

它的路程却将越来越短,

很快它就将落向西方.

 

豆蔻年华,妙龄时候,

当青春和热血还在;

不要虚度年华,嗟叹中,

时间又催老了青春的面庞.

 

所以不必羞涩,而是珍惜你的青春;

能够的时候就追寻幸福欢欣:

因为一旦韶华随风逝去,

你就将永远失意踌躇.