冬天里我们呼唤和煦的春光，

Through winter-time we call on spring,

春天里我们期待夏天的骄阳，

And through the spring on summer call,

当繁茂的绿篱秋风瑟瑟，

And when abounding hedges ring

又说冬天最该赞赏；

Declare that winter's best of all;

可冬天来了又一无是处，

And after that there 's nothing good

因为春天还未重新登场－－

Because the spring-time has not come --

难以明白困扰生命的活力，

Nor know that what disturbs our blood

无非是对坟墓的渴望。

Is but its longing for the tomb.