他用弯钩爪紧紧抓住巉岩，  

He clasps the crag with crooked hands;

在孤独的境地中靠近太阳，  

Close to the sun in lonely lands,

四周碧蓝的世界环绕，他站立着。  

Ring'd with the azure world, he stands.

皱折起伏的大海在他下方蠕动，  

The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;

他自他那峭壁放眼望去，  

He watches from his mountain walls,

随似霹雳般飞落狂泻而下。

And like a thunderbolt he falls.