这一朵花失去了香味，the odour from the flower is gone.

它像你的吻，曾对我呼吸。那鲜艳的颜色也已消退，不再闪耀着你，唯一的你。which like thy kisses, breathed on me.the colour from the flower is flown. which glowed of the thee and only thee!

一个枯萎而僵死的形体，茫然留在我凄凉的前胸。a shriveled,lifeless,vacant form,it lies on my abandoned breast.

它以冰冷而沉默的安息，折磨着这仍旧火热的心。

and mocks the heart which yet is warm,with cold and silent rest.

我哭了，眼泪不使它复生！i weep,my tears revive it not!我叹息，没有香气扑向我！i sigh,it breathes no more on me.