song to celia

　　drink to me only with thine eyes

　　and i will pledge with mine

　　or leave a kiss but in the cup

　　and i"ll not look for wine

　　the thirst that from the soul doth rise

　　doth ask a drink divine

　　but might i of jove"s nectar sup

　　i would not change for thine

　　i sent thee late a rosy wreath

　　not so much honoring thee

　　as giving it a hope, that there

　　it could not withered be

　　but thou there on did"st only breathe

　　and sent"st it back to me

　　since when it grows, and smells, i swear

　　not of itself. but thee

　　用你的眼神來同我乾杯

　　我也用我的來為你祝酒

　　要麼就只在杯中留下一個吻

　　我將不再把美酒追尋

　　那種渴望從我的靈魂升起

　　渴望著啜飲這神聖的一杯

　　縱然給我天神的玉液瓊漿

　　要換取你的一滴我也不肯

　　我曾贈你玫瑰花環

　　不是為把我的敬意達傳

　　只求它把希望承載

　　但願它永不枯敗

　　你對它輕吐芳息

　　後又將它歸還

　　從此它便蓬勃，芳香

　　但我確信，是你令它這般卓越絕然