Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright,

美好的白天，如此清爽、宁静、明朗，

The bridal of the earth and sky;

　那是天空和大地的婚礼;

The dew shall weep thy fall to-night,

但露水像泪珠将哭泣你落进黑夜的魔掌，

For thou must die.

　因为你有逃不脱的死期。

Sweet rose, whose hue angry and brave

芬芳的玫瑰，色泽绯红，光华灿烂，

Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye;

　逼得痴情的赏花人拭泪伤心;

Thy root is ever in its grave,

你的根儿总是扎在那坟墓中间，

And thou must die.

　你总逃不脱死亡的邀请。

Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses,

美好的春天，充满美好的白天和玫瑰，

A box where sweets compacted lie;

　就像盒子里装满了千百种馨香;

My music shows ye have your closes,

我的诗歌表明你终会有个结尾，

And all must die.

　世间万物都逃不脱死亡。

Only a sweet and virtuous soul,

只有一颗美好而圣洁的心灵，

Like season'd timber, never gives;

　像风干的木料永不会变形;

But though the whole world turn to coal,

即使到世界末日，一切化为灰烬，

Then chiefly lives.

　美德，依然万古常青！