你水晶似的明眸向我说：

Your eyes like crystal ask me, clear and mute,

“我对你有什么好处，奇怪的爱人？”

"in me, strange lover, what do you admire?"

——乖些，别作声；一切都使我的心

Be lovely: hush: my heart, whom all things tire

激怒，除了原始野兽的真诚；

Except the candour of the primal brute,

它不愿向你袒示它阴暗的秘密，

Would hide from you the secret burning it

一手招我沉睡的摇篮人；

And its black legend written out in fire,

也不愿给你看它的火焰写成的经历，

O soother of the sleep that I respire!

我恨热情，智慧又令我疲病不振；

Passion I hate, and I am hurt by wit.

我们默默地相爱吧。暗淡的、潜伏的爱情，

Let us love gently. In his lair laid low,

在它的岗位上张着命运的弓，

Ambushed in shades, Love strings his fatal bow.

我知道它古老的兵库里那些武器：

I know his ancient arsenal complete,

罪恶、恐怖和疯狂！——-呵，苍白的雏菊！

Crime, horror, lunacy — O my pale daisy!

你不也如我是一轮秋阳，

Are we not suns in Autumn, silver-hazy,

呵，我如此纯洁，如此无情的玛格丽？

O my so white, so snow-cold Marguerite?