死可是睡眠？既然生只是梦，

Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream,

幸福的情境总如幻影般飘逝;

And scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by?

短暂的欢乐仿佛一现的蜃景，

The transient pleasures as a vision seem,

我们却以为最大的痛苦是死。

And yet we think the greatest pain's to die.

多么奇怪啊，人竟在世上流浪，

How strange it is that man on earth should roam,

活过悲惨的一生，却不愿抛开

And lead a life of woe, but not forsake

坎坷的征途，也不敢自己想想

His rugged path; nor dare he view alone

未来的归宿不过是从梦中醒来。

His future doom which is but to awake.