Your eyes like crystal ask me, clear and mute,

你水晶似的明眸向我说：

"in me, strange lover, what do you admire?"

“我对你有什么好处，奇怪的爱人？”

Be lovely: hush: my heart, whom all things tire

——乖些，别作声；一切都使我的心

Except the candour of the primal brute,

激怒，除了原始野兽的真诚；

Would hide from you the secret burning it

它不愿向你袒示它阴暗的秘密，

And its black legend written out in fire,

一手招我沉睡的摇篮人；

O soother of the sleep that I respire!

也不愿给你看它的火焰写成的经历，

Passion I hate, and I am hurt by wit.

我恨热情，智慧又令我疲病不振；

Let us love gently. In his lair laid low,

我们默默地相爱吧。暗淡的、潜伏的爱情，

Ambushed in shades, Love strings his fatal bow.

在它的岗位上张着命运的弓，

I know his ancient arsenal complete,

我知道它古老的兵库里那些武器：

Crime, horror, lunacy — O my pale daisy!

罪恶、恐怖和疯狂！——-呵，苍白的雏菊！

Are we not suns in Autumn, silver-hazy,

你不也如我是一轮秋阳，

O my so white, so snow-cold Marguerite?

呵，我如此纯洁，如此无情的玛格丽？