So we’ll go no more a-roving 

So late into the night,

Though the heart be still as loving,

And the moon be still as bright.

For the sword out-wears the sheath,

And the soul wears out the breast,

And the heart must pause to breathe,

Love itself have rest.

Though the night was made for loving,

And the day turns too soon,

Yet we’ll go no more a-roving 

By the light of the moon.

 

我倆不能再踟躕

於深沉夜色中

即便心中愛意滿盈

月色皎潔依舊

正如利刃磨穿刀鞘

心智撫鈍胸懷

激情須和緩以平復呼吸

愛意終有停歇

即便夜色如此浪漫

白晝轉眼將降臨

我倆不能再踟躕

於皎潔月光下