眼帘迷茫如云团，

O cloud-pale eyelids, dream-dimmed eyes,

双眸朦胧似梦幻，

The poets labouring all their days

诗人日复一日，年复一年，

To build a perfect beauty in rhyme

绝色佳人纷纷涌出笔端；

Are overthrown by a woman's gaze

然而，她们只因一位女子的一个眼神尽皆失色，

And by the unlabouring brood of the skies:

夜空闲适的星辰也为之变得暗淡：

And therefore my heart will bow, when dew

于是，当露珠滴落睡眠，

Is dropping sleep, until God burn time,

直到上帝燃尽时间，

Before the unlabouring stars and you.

我的心拜倒在群星和你的面前。