美丽的玫瑰，色泽红润艳丽，
Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye,
令匆匆而过的人拭目而视，
Thy root is ever in its grave,
你的根永远扎在坟墓里，
And thou must die.
而你必须消逝。
Sweet spring,full of sweet days and roses,
美妙的春天，充满了美好的日子和芳香的玫瑰，
A box where sweets compacted lie,
如一支芬芳满溢的盒子，
My music shows ye have your closes, 我的音乐表明你们也有终止，
And all must die,
万物都得消逝。
Only a sweet and virtuous soul,
唯有美好而正直的心灵，
Like season'd timber,never gives;
犹如干燥备用的木料，永不走样；
But though the whole world turn to coal, 纵然整个世界变为灰烬，
Then chiefly lives.
它依然流光溢彩。
