He came from his palace grand; 他从他的宫殿宏伟;

He came to my cottage door; 他来到我的小屋的门;

His words were few, but his look 他的话很少，但他的样子

Will linger for evermore, 会流连忘返，直到永远，

The look in his sad, dark eyes, 在他难过的时候，黑眼睛的样子，

More tender than words could be. 更嫩比的话可以。

But I was nothing to him, 但我没有什么给他，

And he was the world to me. 他是我整个的世界。

There in her garden she stands, 有在她的花园，她表示，

All dressed in fine satin and lace, 都穿着细缎和蕾丝，

Lady Mary, so cold and so strange; 夫人玛丽，那么冷，那么陌生;

In his heart she could find no place. 在他的心脏，她能找到的地方。

He knew I would be his bride, 他知道我会成为他的新娘，

With a kiss for a lifetime fee. 用一个吻一辈子的费用。

But I was nothing to him, 但我没有什么给他，

And he was the world to me. 他是我整个的世界。

Now in his palace grand, 现在，在他的宫殿宏伟，

On a flower-strewn bed he lies. 在花遍地床，他的谎言。

His beautiful lids are closed 他漂亮的盖子被关闭

On his sad, dark, beautiful eyes. 在他的悲伤，黑暗，美丽的眼睛。

And among the mourners who mourn, 又是谁哀悼哀悼之中，

Why should I a mourner be? 我为什么要送葬者呢？

For I was nothing to him, 因为我没有什么给他，

And he was the world to me. 他是我整个的世界。

For I was nothing to him, 因为我没有什么给他，

And he was the world to me. 他是我整个的世界。