恰似一个仔细端详希腊古瓮的人，

As one who poring on a Grecian urn

扫视阿提卡之手塑造的美好形象，

   Scans the fair shapes some Attic hand hath made,

男神与修长的女神，俊男与靓女，

   God with slim goddess, goodly man with maid,

倾心于它们的美，不忍心离开

And for their beauty’s sake is loth to turn

而面对浅白的生活；难道我不能

And face the obvious day, must I not yearn

渴望一个慵懒的至福铸成的秘密月亮，

   For many a secret moon of indolent bliss,

当我在阿尔忒弥斯殿中央的神龛

   When in midmost shrine of Artemis

看见站立着冷峻的你，古典的躯干？

I see thee standing, antique-limbed, and stern?

可是——我内心深处更愿意看到你

And yet—methinks I’d rather see thee play

与古尼罗河的蛇怪嬉戏，它的魔法

   That serpent of old Nile, whose witchery

让国王们沉醉，——来吧，伟大的埃及，

Made Emperors drunken,—come, great Egypt, shake

用你整个模仿的古装戏震撼我们！哦不，

   Our stage with all thy mimic pageants!  Nay,

我已厌倦了虚假的激情，且让

   I am grown sick of unreal passions, make

世界成为你的亚克兴，我是你的安东尼！

The world thine Actium, me thine Anthony!