明暗的河流哭泣，
波浪无迹，
熟睡的她：
唤不起。
在孤星指引下
她从远处来这里，
寻找荫凉……
她的欢乐地。
Where sunless rivers weep
Their waves into the deep,
She sleeps a charmed sleep:
Awake her not.
Led by a single star,
She came from very far
To seek where shadows are
Her pleasant lot.
她离开玫瑰色晨曦，
离开玉米田，
寻求黎明的寒冷孤单
和汪汪清泉。
睡梦中，如同透过沙幕，
她看见到了苍白的天，
听到了夜莺
哀鸣怜。
She left the rosy morn,
She left the fields of corn,
For twilight cold and lorn
And water springs.
Through sleep, as through a veil,
She sees the sky look pale,
And hears the nightingale
That sadly sings.
休息，休息，完全休息
放松眉头和胸膛；
她面向西方
紫色的土壤。
她看不见平原和山坡上
成熟的谷、粮；
她感觉不到雨水
落到她手上。
Rest, rest, a perfect rest
Shed over brow and breast;
Her face is toward the west,
The purple land.
She cannot see the grain
Ripening on hill and plain;
She cannot feel the rain
Upon her hand.
休息，休息，休息，永远休息
在长满青苔的岸上；
休息，在心中休息
直到时间停止：
不会有黎明破黑夜；
不会有痛苦惊梦境，
直到喜悦压倒
她完美的宁静。
Rest, rest, for evermore
Upon a mossy shore;
Rest, rest at the heart's core
Till time shall cease:
Sleep that no pain shall wake;
Night that no morn shall break
Till joy shall overtake
Her perfect peace.