你如敬酒请用秋波，

DRINK to me only with thine eyes,

我一定回敬你；

   And I will pledge with mine;

你在杯中留下香吻，

Or leave a kiss but in the cup,

那美酒我不在意。

   And I’ll not look for wine.

心灵中泛起无限的渴念，

The thirst that from the soul doth rise

盼望喝一杯圣液，

   Doth ask a drink divine:

但纵然有琼浆玉露，

But might I of Jove’s nectar sup,

也不能与你相比。

   I would not change for thine.

我曾送你玫瑰花环，

向你真诚致意。

I sent thee late a rosy wreath,

但愿它承受你的恩惠，

   Not so much honouring thee,

永远不再枯萎。

As giving it a hope that there

请你轻轻在花上呼吸，

   It could not withered be.

把它再还给我，

But thou thereon didst only breathe,

从此玫瑰鲜艳芬芳，

   And sent’st it back to me:

也沾染了你的香气。

Since when it grows, and smells, I swear,

   Not of itself, but thee.