ALL Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair-

所有生灵看上去很忙。连懒虫都离开巢穴——

The bees are stirring-birds are on the wing-

蜜蜂们跑来跑去——鸟儿们挥舞着翅膀——

And Winter, slumbering in the open air,

冬天它，在日头下轻鼾,

Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring!

做着春天的好梦，笑意盎然！

And I, the while, the sole unbusy thing,

而我，这时节唯一不在忙的家伙，

Nor honey make, nor pair, nor build, nor sing.Yet well I ken the banks where amaranths blow,

我没蜜采、没伴儿、没东西造、没歌儿唱。

Have traced the fount whence streams of nectar flow.

Bloom, O ye amaranths! Bloom for whom ye may,

然而我曾在忘忧草常青的湖畔流连，

For me ye bloom not! Glide, rich streams, away!

也曾去神仙酒的源头游荡。

With lips unbrightened, wreathless brow, I stroll

啊忘忧草，你尽情开放吧！为你自己而开放，

And would you learn the spells that drowse my soul?Work without Hope draws nectar in a sieve,

你不会为我而开！啊浓泉，你自个流淌吧，流开去！

And Hope without an object cannot live.

我唇片黯然，我眉头无采，我自个逡巡：

你可知是何魔法将我灵魂愁锁?

没有希望的工作，是以筛捞酒，	

而没有目标的希望，它没法儿存活。