“悲哀”啊，移开你的眼睛吧！
“音乐”呀“音乐”，沮丧地吹奏吧！
“回声”呀“回声”，等到有一天，
从默默无闻的岛屿上向我们悲叹吧！
悲痛的众魂啊，不要唱你们的哀歌，
因为伊莎贝拉，可爱的伊莎贝拉，
就将死去；就将太孤寂、太遗憾地死去，
因为他们拿走了她美丽的罗勒花。

O Melancholy, turn thine eyes away!
O Music, Music, breathe despondingly!
O Echo, Echo, on some other day,
From isles Lethean, sigh to us — O sigh!
Spirits of grief, sing not your "Well-a-way!"
For Isabel, sweet Isabel, will die;
Will die a death too lone and incomplete,
Now they have ta’en away her basil sweet.