O cloud-pale eyelids, dream-dimmed eyes.

噢，眼睑苍白，双眼迷朦。

The poets labouring all their days

诗人们劳思终日，

To build a perfect beauty in rhyme

想在韵律中打造完美。

Are overthrowned by a woman's gaze

却倾倒于一位女子的凝视，

And by the unlabouring brood of the skies:

倾倒于那苍穹悠然地将万物孵育：

And therefore my heart will bow, when dew

故而，我甘心臣服，当那露水

Is dropping sleep, until God burn time,

滴入沉睡，直到上帝在悠然的群星和你的面前

Before the unlabouring stars and you.

将时间销毁。