用金色的发卡把秀发束紧，

Fasten your hair with a golden pin,

再把散乱的发丝根根维系；

And bind up every wandering tress;

让这拙劣的诗句朝心扉撞击；

I bade my heart build these poor rhymes:

熔炼铸造，日以夜继，

It worked at them, day out, day in,

从那古代的战场，

Building a sorrowful loveliness

酝酿凄婉的爱意。

Out of the battles of old times.

你只需把玉手稍稍抬起，

You need but lift a pearl-pale hand,

挽好长发轻轻叹息；

And bind up your long hair and sigh;

男人的心都会燃烧，激动不已，

And all men's hearts must burn and beat;

昏暗的沙滩，浪花如烛火飘逸，

And candle-like foam on the dim sand,

滴露的夜空，星光层层密密，

And stars climbing the dew-dropping sky,

只为照亮你过往的足迹。

Live but to light your passing feet.