When forty winters shall besiege thy brow,
And dig deep trenches in thy beauty’s field,
Thy youth’s proud livery, so gazed on now,
Will be a tatter’d weed, of small worth held:
Then being ask’d where all thy beauty lies,
Where all the treasure of thy lusty days,
To say, within thine own deep-sunken eyes,
Were an all-eating shame and thriftless praise.
How much more praise deserved thy beauty’s use,
If thou couldst answer ‘This fair child of mine
Shall sum my count and make my old excuse,’
Proving his beauty by succession thine!
This were to be new made when thou art old,
And see thy blood warm when thou feel’st it cold.

Sonnet 2: Translation to modern English

When forty winters have attacked your brow and wrinkled your beautiful skin, the pride and impressiveness of your youth, so much admired by everyone now, will be have become a worthless, tattered weed. Then, when you are asked where your beauty’s gone and what’s happened to all the treasures you had during your youth, you will have to say only within your own eyes, now sunk deep in their sockets, where there is only a shameful confession of greed and self-obsession. How much more praise you would have deserved if you could have answered, ‘This beautiful child of mine shall give an account of my life and show that I made no misuse of my time on earth,’ proving that his beauty, because he is your son, was once yours! This child would be new-made when you are old and you would see your own blood warm when you are cold.

  • Sonnet 2: When Forty Winters Shall Besiege Thy Brow 1 Santhosh says:

    I don’t understand the poam

    • Sonnet 2: When Forty Winters Shall Besiege Thy Brow 2 Ali says:

      to persuade him (The fairy youth) to have children and thus preserve his beauty.

      • Sonnet 2: When Forty Winters Shall Besiege Thy Brow 3 Norris says:

        He is still being persuaded to say that if he has a child, he won’t have problems to answer when he is asked where his beauty has gone because he would say the beauty that his child is having was once his, I gave my best to him.. something like that

  • Sonnet 2: When Forty Winters Shall Besiege Thy Brow 4 Ameya says:

    Thanks helped me