To Celia

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 send’st it back to me;

Since when it grows and smells, I swear,

Not of itself but thee.

你就只用你的眼睛来给我干杯，

我就用我的眼睛来相酬；

或者就留下一个亲吻在杯边上，

我就不会向杯里找酒。

从灵魂深处张开起来的渴嘴，

着实想喝到美妙的一口；

可是哪怕由我尝天帝的琼浆，

要我换也不甘把你的放手。

我新近给你送上了一束玫瑰花，

与其说诚心拿来孝敬你，

不如说让它们有希望得到熏陶，

不会枯槁以至于委地；

可是你只在花上呼吸了一下，

把它们送回到我的手里；

从此它们就开得叫我闻得到

（不是它们自己而是）你。