鲜花异卉，在遥远、圣洁的仙乡，
On heaped-up flowers, in regions clear and far.
给我白纸，比星星更莹白晶亮，
Bring me a tablet whiter than a star,
不然就给我天使的素手，好拨弄
Or hand of hymning angel when 'tis seen
天堂里竖琴的银弦，奏圣乐赞颂：
The silver strings of heavenly harp atween.
让缀满珍珠的彩车悄然来往，
And let there glide by many a pearly car,
载着飘动的鬓发，钻石瓶，红罗裳，
Pink robes, and wavy hair, and diamond jar,
半露的翅膀，流盼的美目匆匆。
And half-discovered wings, and glances keen.
让仙乐悠扬，缭绕在我的耳际，
The while let music wander round my ears,
当美妙的乐章到达终曲的时辰，
And as it reaches each delicious ending,
让我写出高雅典丽的诗句，
Let me write down a line of glorious tone,
描绘重霄之上的种种奇迹：
And full of many wonders of the spheres:
我的灵魂在攀登凌霄的高峰！
For what a height my spirit is contending!
它不会这样快就甘愿忍受孤独。
'Tis not content so soon to be alone.