How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
多少人爱过你昙花一现的身影，
爱过你的美貌，以虚伪或真情，
惟独一人曾爱你那朝圣者的心，
爱你哀戚的脸上岁月的留痕。
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
多少人爱过你昙花一现的身影，
爱过你的美貌，以虚伪或真情，
惟独一人曾爱你那朝圣者的心，
爱你哀戚的脸上岁月的留痕。
