O cloud-pale eyelids, dream-dimmed eyes,

眼帘迷茫如云团，

The poets labouring all their days

双眸朦胧似梦幻，

To build a perfect beauty in rhyme

诗人日复一日，年复一年，

Are overthrown by a woman's gaze

绝色佳人纷纷涌出笔端；

And by the unlabouring brood of the skies:

然而，她们只因一位女子的一个眼神尽皆失色，

And therefore my heart will bow, when dew

夜空闲适的星辰也为之变得暗淡：

Is dropping sleep, until God burn time,

于是，当露珠滴落睡眠，

Before the unlabouring stars and you.

直到上帝燃尽时间，

我的心拜倒在群星和你的面前。