When to the sessions of sweet silent thought

当我向着怡人的冥思的公堂

I summon up remembrance of things past,

召唤出记忆里的一桩桩过往，

I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,

我为许多求而未得的东西而哀伤，

And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste:

带着旧恨悲叹起蹉跎的宝贵时光：

Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow,

For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,

于是我断流的眼眢又泪水漫溢，

And weep afresh love's long since cancelled woe,

因为挚友们遁入了死亡的永夜，

And moan the expense of many a vanished sight:

再次为爱情久违的伤痛而哭泣，

Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,

为许多昔日景象的消逝而呜咽。

And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er

The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan,

然后我便又悲伤着过去的悲伤，

Which I new pay as if not paid before.

沉重地复述着那些愁楚与痛苦，

  But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,

那记着呻吟过的呻吟的销魂账，

  All losses are restor'd and sorrows end.

我像未曾付过似的重新来偿付。

但若我一想起你，亲爱的朋友，

全部损失都收回，悲哀不再有。