四季构成了一年的度量；

Four Seasons fill the measure of the year;

四季也存在于人的心中：

     There are four seasons in the mind of man:

他有蓬勃的春天，明澈的幻想

He has his lusty Spring, when fancy clear

轻松地将所有的美收容；

     Takes in all beauty with an easy span:

He has his Summer, when luxuriously

他有夏天，那时他总会

     Spring's honied cud of youthful thought he loves

沉浸于追忆那青春的情思，

To ruminate, and by such dreaming high

咀嚼春天的蜜甜的余味，

     Is nearest unto heaven: quiet coves

这梦使他与天堂近在咫尺。

His soul has in its Autumn, when his wings

     He furleth close; contented so to look

心灵的秋天是平静的湾澳，

On mists in idleness—to let fair things

他收拢翅膀，满足而悠闲地

     Pass by unheeded as a threshold brook.

望着雾色——任由各种美好

He has his Winter too of pale misfeature,

如溪水不经意地流过门前。

Or else he would forego his mortal nature.

他也有冬天黯然的凄情，

不然他就捐弃了人的本性。