No longer mourn for me when I am dead

Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell

Give warning to the world that I am fled

From this vile world with vilest worms to dwell:

Nay, if you read this line, remember not

The hand that writ it, for I love you so,

That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot,

If thinking on me then should make you woe.

O! if, I say, you look upon this verse,

When I perhaps compounded am with clay,

Do not so much as my poor name rehearse;

But let your love even with my life decay;

Lest the wise world should look into your moan,

And mock you with me after I am gone.

當我死時不要再為我悲哀，
當你聽到陰鬱沉重的鐘聲響起，
向世人通告說我已經離開
這濁世去和最穢濁的蟲蛆同棲：
不，如果你讀到此詩，不要回想
書寫它的手，因為我愛你至深，
情願被你甜蜜的思緒遺忘，
如果想起我使你悲傷頓生。
噢，我說，如果你看到這詩，
那時我或已和泥土混為一團，
請你連我可憐的名字都不要提，
就讓你的愛隨著我的生命消散；
　免得精明的世人看透你傷心處，
　讓你在我死後跟著我一同受辱。