你水晶似的明眸向我说：

They say to me, your eyes, clear as crystal:

“我对你有什么好处，奇怪的爱人？”

"For you, bizarre lover, what is my merit then?"

——乖些，别作声；一切都使我的心

— Be charming and be still! My heart, which all things irk,

激怒，除了原始野兽的真诚；

Except the candor of the animals of old,

它不愿向你袒示它阴暗的秘密，

Does not wish to reveal its black secret to you,

一手招我沉睡的摇篮人；

Whose lulling hands invite me to long sleep,

也不愿给你看它的火焰写成的经历，

Nor its somber legend written with flame.

我恨热情，智慧又令我疲病不振；

I hate passion; intelligence makes me suffer!

我们默默地相爱吧。暗淡的、潜伏的爱情，

Let us love each other sweetly. Tenebrous Love,

在它的岗位上张着命运的弓，

Ambushed in his shelter, stretches his fatal bow.

我知道它古老的兵库里那些武器：

I know all the weapons of his old arsenal:

罪恶、恐怖和疯狂！——-呵，苍白的雏菊！

Crime, horror, and madness! — pale marguerite!

你不也如我是一轮秋阳，

Are you not, like me, an autumnal sun,

呵，我如此纯洁，如此无情的玛格丽？

O my Marguerite, so white and so cold?