Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream,

死可是睡眠？既然生只是梦，

And scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by?

幸福的情境总如幻影般飘逝;

The transient pleasures as a vision seem,

短暂的欢乐仿佛一现的蜃景，

And yet we think the greatest pain's to die.

我们却以为最大的痛苦是死。

How strange it is that man on earth should roam,

多么奇怪啊，人竟在世上流浪，

And lead a life of woe, but not forsake

活过悲惨的一生，却不愿抛开

His rugged path; nor dare he view alone

坎坷的征途，也不敢自己想想

His future doom which is but to awake.

未来的归宿不过是从梦中醒来。