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.

啊，玫瑰，你病了！那看不见的虫，在夜里、在呼啸的暴风中飞行，找到了你深红欢愉的花床；它阴暗隐秘的爱，正在摧毁你的生命。