Few are my years, and yet I feel
The world was ne'er design'd for me:
Ah! why do dark'ning shades conceal
The hour when man must cease to be?
Once I beheld a splendid dream,
A visionary scene of bliss:
Truth! —wherefore did thy hated beam
Awake me to a world like this?

I loved—but those I loved are gone:
Had friends—my early friends are fled:
How cheerless feels the heart alone,
When all its former hopes are dead！
Though gay companions, o'er the bowl
Dispel awhile the sense of ill;
Though Pleasure stirs the maddening soul,
The heart—the heart—is lonely still.

我还年少，
然而我却发现这个世界从不为我设计；
啊！为何黑暗的影子，
要把人们死亡的时刻遮掩？
我曾做过一个奇妙的梦，
一个愉快的幻象；
现实！你那可恨的光亮，
为何把我从这样一个世界里惊醒。

我爱的人都已离去，
我最早的朋友已逃亡；
孤独的心灵怎会有欢愉，
当先前所有的心愿已死！
尽管席间有快乐的同伴，
恶劣的情怀瞬间消散；
尽管欢乐把粗暴的心灵激荡，
心却依然孤独。

How dull! to hear the voice of those
Whom rank or chance, whom wealth or power,
Have made, though neither friends nor foes,
Associates of the festive hour.
Give me again a faithful few,
In years and feelings still the same,
And l will fly the midnight crew,
Where boist'rous joy is but a name,

听到这些人的声音多无聊，
他们的门第，机遇，财富或权力，
既不是我的朋友也不是我的敌人，
却成为席前的同伴。
再给我几个忠实的朋友，
在年龄和感情上并无二致，
我将飞过午夜的喧嚣的人群，
他们的欢乐徒有虚名。