Fasten your hair with a golden pin,

用金色的发卡把秀发束紧，

And bind up every wandering tress;

再把散乱的发丝根根维系；

I bade my heart build these poor rhymes:

让这拙劣的诗句朝心扉撞击；

It worked at them, day out, day in,

熔炼铸造，日以夜继，

Building a sorrowful loveliness

从那古代的战场，

Out of the battles of old times.

酝酿凄婉的爱意。

You need but lift a pearl-pale hand,

你只需把玉手稍稍抬起，

And bind up your long hair and sigh;

挽好长发轻轻叹息；

And all men's hearts must burn and beat;

男人的心都会燃烧，激动不已，

And candle-like foam on the dim sand,

昏暗的沙滩，浪花如烛火飘逸，

And stars climbing the dew-dropping sky,

滴露的夜空，星光层层密密，

Live but to light your passing feet.

只为照亮你过往的足迹。