DRINK to me only with thine eyes,

你如敬酒请用秋波，

   And I will pledge with mine;

我一定回敬你；

Or leave a kiss but in the cup,

你在杯中留下香吻，

   And I’ll not look for wine.

那美酒我不在意。

The thirst that from the soul doth rise

心灵中泛起无限的渴念，

   Doth ask a drink divine:

盼望喝一杯圣液，

But might I of Jove’s nectar sup,

但纵然有琼浆玉露，

   I would not change for thine.

也不能与你相比。

我曾送你玫瑰花环，

I sent thee late a rosy wreath,

向你真诚致意。

   Not so much honouring thee,

但愿它承受你的恩惠，

As giving it a hope that there

永远不再枯萎。

   It could not withered be.

请你轻轻在花上呼吸，

But thou thereon didst only breathe,

把它再还给我，

   And sent’st it back to me:

从此玫瑰鲜艳芬芳，

Since when it grows, and smells, I swear,

也沾染了你的香气。

   Not of itself, but thee.