The Sick Rose
by William Blake
O Rose, thou art sick.
The invisible worm
That flies in the night
In the howling storm
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy,
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.
病玫瑰
玫瑰啊,你病了。
那飛蟲隱著身體
飛在黑夜
呼嘯的風暴裏
找到你的床
鋪著緋紅喜悅,
而他陰暗隱秘的愛戀
在把你的生命摧毀。