Drink to me only with thine eyes,

And I will pledge with mine;

Or leave a kiss but in the cup,

And I'll not look for wine.

The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine;

But might I of Jove's nectar sup,

I would not change for thine.

I sent thee late a rosy wreath,

Not so much honouring thee

As giving it a hope, that there

It could not withered be.

But thou thereon didst only breathe,

And sent'st it back to me;

Since when it grows, and smells, I swear,

Not of itself, but thee.

你只用眼睛向我祝饮，

我就会用我的和你对饮；

或者就在杯边留下一个亲吻，

我就不会向杯中把美酒找寻。

我急需喝上一口仙醇；

但即使天神让我将他的琼浆痛饮，

我也不愿舍弃你吻过的这杯。

我刚送你一个玫瑰花冠，

与其说那是对你的敬意一片

倒不如说那是我的心愿

有了你它就永不凋残。

只要你的气息留在上面，

然后把它送还我手边；

当盛开时，它让我闻到的，

不是自己的花香，而是你。