qǐng zhàn yī xià,
tīng wǒ gěi nǐ jiǎng yī kè,
qīn '
ài de,
jiǎng jiǎng '
ài de zhé xué。
wǒ men zài cǐ sàn bù yǐ jīng sān gè xiǎo shí,
péi bàn wǒ men de shì liǎng gè yǐng zǐ,
zhè yǐng zǐ běn chǎn zì wǒ men zì jǐ;
ér xiàn zài tài yáng yǐ qià hǎo zhào zhe tóu dǐng,
wǒ men cǎi zhe zì jǐ de yǐng,
yī qiē dōng xī dū xiǎn dé měi lì、
qīng xī。
wǒ men de '
ài miáo yě zhè yàng chéngzhǎng,
wǒ men de zhē gài yǎn shì yě zhè yàng
jiàn jiàn xiāo shì。
dàn rú jīn bù zài zhè yàng。
nà zhǒng '
ài qíng hái wèi shēng shàng zuì gāo diǎn,
dāng tā hái zài jié lì duǒ bì bàng rén de yǎn。
chú fēi wǒ men de '
ài tíng zài wǔ shí,
wǒ men huì zài lìng yī miàn zào chū xīn de yǐng zǐ。
qǐ chū de yǐng zǐ yòng lái piàn bàng rén,
hòu lái de yǐng zǐ yòng lái piàn wǒ men héng héng
duì fù zì jǐ,
mēngpiàn zì jǐ de shuāng yǎn。
jiǎ rú wǒ men de '
ài qíng jiàn jiàn xuē ruò,
jiù huì wǒ duì nǐ、
nǐ duì wǒ
bǎ gè zì de xíng wéi zhē zhē yǎn yǎn。
shàng wǔ de yǐng zǐ zhè jiàn hào wán,
xià wǔ de yǐng zǐ què bù duàn fā zhǎn.
yī dàn '
ài qíng shuāi tuì.
tā de lái rì kǔ duǎn!
ài yǐ bǎo mǎn bù yí de guāng zhào lín shì jiè,
dàn tā zhèng wǔ ruò guò,
xià yī fēn zhōng jiù shì yè。
Stand still, and I will read to thee
A lecture, love, in love's philosophy.
These three hours that we have spent,
Walking here, two shadows went
Along with us, which we ourselves produc'd.
But, now the sun is just above our head,
We do those shadows tread,
And to brave clearness all things are reduc'd.
So whilst our infant loves did grow,
Disguises did, and shadows, flow
From us, and our cares; but now 'tis not so.
That love has not attain'd the high'st degree,
Which is still diligent lest others see.
Except our loves at this noon stay,
We shall new shadows make the other way.
As the first were made to blind
Others, these which come behind
Will work upon ourselves, and blind our eyes.
If our loves faint, and westwardly decline,
To me thou, falsely, thine,
And I to thee mine actions shall disguise.
The morning shadows wear away,
But these grow longer all the day;
But oh, love's day is short, if love decay.
Love is a growing, or full constant light,
And his first minute, after noon, is night.