Devouring Time, you make the lion's

Devouring Time, you make the lion's claws grow blunt,
And make the earth devour her own sweet brood; And make the earth destroy those things she created;
Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tiger's jaws, Cause even the fierce tiger to lose its teeth,
And burn the long-lived phoenix in her blood; And burn the long-lived phoenix while she is still in the prime of life;
Make glad and sorry seasons as thou fleet'st, [Time], make happy and sad seasons as you pass by,
And do whate'er thou wilt, swift-footed Time, And do whatever you want, swift Time,
To the wide world and all her fading sweets; To the wide world and all nature's fading beauty;
But I forbid thee one most heinous crime: But I forbid you to do one thing;
O, carve not with thy hours my love's fair brow, O, you must not make your mark on my lover's brow,
Nor draw no lines there with thine antique pen; Nor draw no lines upon his brow with your antique pen;
Him in thy course untainted do allow Allow him to remain untainted [youthful] as you run your course
For beauty's pattern to succeeding men. And remain the very ideal of beauty for future generations to admire.
Yet, do thy worst, old Time: despite thy wrong, Yet, do your worst, old Time: despite your ravages,
My love shall in my verse ever live young. My lover shall be young forever in my poetry.

النتائج (الإنجليزية) 2:

Time Devouring, You Make The lion's Claws Grow Blunt,
And Make The Earth Devour Her Own sweet Brood; Make The Earth And Destroy Those Things She Created;
Pluck The Keen Teeth From The Fierce tiger's Jaws, Cause Even The Fierce tiger To Lose Its Teeth,
And Burn The Long-Lived phoenix In Her Blood; Burn The Long And-Lived phoenix While She Is Still In The Prime Of Life;
Make Glad And Sorry Seasons As Thou Fleet'st, [Time], Make Happy And sad Seasons As You Pass By,
And Do Whate'er Thou Wilt, Time-Footed Swift, And Do Whatever You Want, Swift Time,
To The world Wide And All Her Fading Sweets; To The Wide world And All Nature's Fading Beauty;
But I Forbid Thee One Most Heinous Crime: But I Forbid You To Do One Thing;
O, Carve Not With Thy Hours My Love's Fair Brow, O, You Must Not Make Your Mark On My Brow's lover,
Nor Draw No Lines There With Thine Antique Pen; No Draw Lines Nor Upon His Brow With Your Antique Pen;
Him In Thy Course Untainted Do Allow Allow Him To Remain Untainted [Youthful] As You Run Your Course
For Beauty's Pattern To Succeeding Men. The Very Remain And Ideal Of Beauty For Future Generations To Admire.
Yet, Do Thy Worst, Old Time: Despite Thy Wrong, Yet, Do Your Worst, Old Time: Despite Ravages Your,
My Love Shall In My Verse Ever Live Young. My lover shall be young forever in my poetry.