年轻的恩底弥昂睡着他的觉；

The young Endymion sleeps Endymion's sleep;

这牧童，故事还剩一半没有讲；

The shepherd-boy whose tale was left half told!

明月东升，幽林被月光照亮，

The solemn grove uplifts its shield of gold

闪烁如黄金盾牌；哦，又听到

To the red rising moon, and loud and deep

峭壁上夜莺嘹亮深沉的歌调；

The nightingale is singing from the steep;

已经是仲夏，空气却阴冷清凉；

It is midsummer, but the air is cold;

莫非他死了？唉！那羊栏近旁

Can it be death? Alas, beside the fold

扔着残破的牧笛，而笛音已杳。

A shepherd's pipe lies shattered near his sheep.

看呵！月光下一方莹白的石碑，

Lo! in the moonlight gleams a marble white,

碑上，我读到这样一句铭言：

On which I read: "Here lieth one whose name

“名随逝水的一人，在此安歇。”

Was writ in water." And was this the meed

这就是对他妙曲仙喉的赞美？

Of his sweet singing? Rather let me write:

不如让我写：“压伤的芦苇已折断；

"The smoking flax before it burst to flame

麻秆刚冒烟，没烧出旺火，便熄灭。”

Was quenched by death, and broken the bruised reed."