‘Twere sweet, my Psyche! to the last
Thy features still serene to see:
Forgetful of its struggles past,
E'en Pain itself should smile on thee.

But vain the wish—for Beauty still
Will shrink, as shrinks the ebbing brenth;
And women's tears, produced at will.
Deceive in life, unman in death.

我的赛琪！但愿到最后
还能看到你依然恬静的容颜；
忘记过去的斗争，
苦痛也向你微笑。
但这愿望已是枉然——因为美丽
会褪色，一如那微弱的呼吸，
女人随意流出的泪水，
生时欺骗你，死时却令你悲哀。

Then lonely be my latest hour,
Without regret, without a groan;
For thousands Death hath ceas'd to lower,
And pain been transient or unknown.

“Aye, but to die, and go, ” alas！
Where all have gone, and all must go！
To be the nothing that I was
Ere born to life and living woe！

Count o'er the joys thine hours have seen,
Count o'er thy days from anguish free.
And know, whatever thou hast been,
‘Tis something better not to be.

让我孤独地死去，
没有悔恨，没有一声呻吟，
很多人都没遭到死神的贬低，
痛苦很短暂，或者没被察觉到。

“唉，但是死了，去了。”啊！
去大家都必然要去的地方！
回到我生前的虚无，
再也没有生命和生活的哀伤！

想想你那些快乐的日子
想想你那些远离痛苦的时光，
你就知道，无论你以前怎样风光，
还不如没有的好。