As I in hoary winter's night stood shivering in the snow, 正如我在苍老的冬天的夜晚站在瑟瑟发抖在雪地里，

Surprised I was with sudden heat which made my heart to glow ; 惊讶的我与这使我的心脏焕发骤热;

And lifting up a fearful eye to view what fire was near, 并举起一个可怕的眼睛来查看火势附近，

A pretty babe all burning bright did in the air appear ; 一个漂亮的宝贝在空气中所有的火亮没有出现;

   

Who, scorchëd with excessive heat, such floods of tears did shed 谁，焦热盛，泪水如洪水没流下

As though his floods should quench his flames which with his tears were fed. 好像他的洪水应该熄灭了火焰它与他的眼泪喂食。

Alas, quoth he, but newly born in fiery heats I fry, 唉，答曰他，但刚出生的火热热í炒，

Yet none approach to warm their hearts or feel my fire but I! 然而，没有任何方法来温暖他们的心还是觉得我的火，但我！

   

My faultless breast the furnace is, the fuel wounding thorns, 我的完美乳房炉，燃料伤人的刺，

Love is the fire, and sighs the smoke, the ashes shame and scorns ; 爱情是火了，叹了口气烟雾，灰烬耻辱和蔑视;

The fuel justice layeth on, and mercy blows the coals, 燃料正义谋害的，和怜悯吹煤，

The metal in this furnace wrought are men's defilèd souls, 在这个熔炉锻造的金属是男人的玷污灵魂，

   

For which, as now on fire I am to work them to their good, 对于这些，因为现在火，我给他们工作，他们的好，

So will I melt into a bath to wash them in my blood. 这样，我融进了洗澡他们在我的血液冲洗。

With this he vanished out of sight and swiftly shrunk away, 有了这个，他消失淡出人们的视线，并迅速缩水了，

And straight I callèd unto mind that it was Christmas day. 而直，我对所谓的心态，这是圣诞节。