This evening the moon dreams more lazily 今天晚上的月亮多梦懒洋洋

As some fair woman, lost in cushions deep 正如一些公平的女人，失去了在垫子深

With gentle hand caresses listlessly 用温柔的手轻抚无精打采

The contour of her breasts before she sleeps 她的乳房的轮廓，她睡觉前

On velvet backs of avalanches soft 在雪崩柔软的天鹅绒背

She often lies enraptured as she dies 她通常眉飞色舞，她死了

And gazes on white visions aloft 和白色的愿景看着眼前高高举起

Which like a blossoming to heaven rise 它像一朵盛开的天堂崛起

When sometimes on this globe, in indolence 当有时在这个星球上，在懒惰

She lets a secret tear drop down, by chance 她让一个秘密的泪滴下来，一个偶然的机会

A poet, set against oblivion 诗人，设置对遗忘

Takes in his hand this pale and furtive tear 把他的手这个脸色苍白，偷偷摸摸撕裂

This opal drop where rainbow hues appear 这蛋白石吊在那里的彩虹色调出现

And hides it in his breast far from the sun 并隐藏在他的乳房远离太阳