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.
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。
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.
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。
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，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, 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.
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。
