When to the sessions of sweet silent thought

I summon up remembrance of things past,

I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,

And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste:

Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow,

For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,

And weep afresh love's long since cancell'd woe,

And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight:

Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,

And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er

The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan,

Which I new pay as if not paid before.

But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,

All losses are restored and sorrows end.

当我传唤对已往事物的记忆

出庭于那馨香的默想的公堂，

我不禁为命中许多缺陷叹息，

带着旧恨，重新哭蹉跎的时光；

于是我可以淹没那枯涸的眼，

为了那些长埋在夜台的亲朋，

哀悼着许多音容俱渺的美艳，

痛哭那情爱久已勾消的哀痛：

于是我为过去的惆怅而惆怅，

并且一一细算，从痛苦到痛苦，

那许多呜咽过的呜咽的旧账，

仿佛还未付过，现在又来偿付。

但是只要那刻我想起你，挚友，

损失全收回，悲哀也化为乌有。