Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, " If not from my love's breath? The purple pride 温柔的贼，你若非沾溉于我爱人的气息，又何处偷得那奇香？殷红淡紫

　　Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dyed. 在你的柔颊上抹出流韵，全仗了我爱人的血脉染成。

　　The lily I condemned for thy hand, 我斥责薄荷花蕾取味于你的秀发，

　　And buds of marjoram had stol'n thy hair: 我斥责百合花盗用了你的晶莹；

　　The roses fearfully on thorns did stand, 荆棘丛中的玫瑰惭然发抖，

　　One blushing shame, another white despair; 白是你的绝望，红是你的娇羞，

　　A third, nor red nor white, had stol'n of both 不红不白者，显属两色兼取，

　　And to his robbery had annex'd thy breath; 何止取色，连你的温馨也偷。

　　But, for his theft, in pride of all his growth 却不料得志的花儿如窃者当诛，

　　A vengeful canker eat him up to death. 为复仇，花虫咬断了它的咽喉。

　　More flowers I noted, yet I none could see 曾见过鲜花万朵傲然怒放，

　　But sweet or colour it had stol'n from thee. 没一朵不借你的秀色浓香。