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。