I see a lily on thy brow, With anguish moist and fever-dew, And on thy cheeks a fading rose Fast withereth too.

你额角惨白，仿似百合花，煎熬着痛苦，渗出热病的汗珠，面颊红似将逝的玫瑰无可挽回地枯败凋萎。