O cloud-pale eyelids, dream-dimmed eyes.

哦云一般白的眼脸，梦色朦胧的眼睛，

The poets labouring all their days

一辈子，诗人们辛辛苦苦地干，

To build a perfect beauty in rhyme

在韵律中建造一种美的绝伦，

Are overthrowned by a woman's gaze

却一下子就给女人的顾盼推翻，

And by the unlabouring brood of the skies:

给苍穹那种悠闲的沉思推翻。

And therefore my heart will bow, when dew

因而我的心哟，鞠躬如也，当露水滴落睡意，

Is dropping sleep, until God burn time,

滴落在悠闲的星星和你之前，

Before the unlabouring stars and you.

一直到上帝把时间燃尽。