Do but consider this small dust,

Here running in the glass by atoms moved;

Could you believe that this The body ever was Of one that loved?

And in his mistress’ flame,

playing like a fly,

Burned into cinders by her eye?

Yes, and in death,

as life, unblest,

In death, as in life, to have it exprest.

Even ashes of lovers find no rest, unblest.

 

不過，要考慮這個小沙粒，

在更漏裡頭，一粒粒移動；

你能相信這沙粒曾是一個被愛的人之身軀嗎？

在他情婦的火焰中，

像蒼蠅一樣玩耍，

在她的眼中燒成灰燼？

是的，在死亡中，

生命，倒楣透頂，

在死亡中，就像在生活中，表達了。

即使是戀人的灰燼也無法安定，無福消受。