Four Seasons fill the measure of the year;

四季是岁月的量尺

     There are four seasons in the mind of man:

人的内心，也有四季分别

He has his lusty Spring, when fancy clear

春天，万物复苏，充满期待

     Takes in all beauty with an easy span:

随眼望去，自然之美尽收眼底

He has his Summer, when luxuriously

     Spring's honied cud of youthful thought he loves

夏天繁茂

To ruminate, and by such dreaming high

人们咀嚼春天孕育的思绪

     Is nearest unto heaven: quiet coves

甘之若醴，回味无穷，浮想联翩

His soul has in its Autumn, when his wings

仿佛天堂近在咫尺，静谧港湾

     He furleth close; contented so to look

On mists in idleness—to let fair things

秋天，翅膀渐收，而精神丰盈

     Pass by unheeded as a threshold brook.

人们满足的看着慵懒的雾

He has his Winter too of pale misfeature,

任美好的事情悄然发生

Or else he would forego his mortal nature.

犹如门前静淌的小溪

冬天，万物萧索，雪白一片

这时候，人们才想起自己是凡胎肉身