How many loved your moments of glad grace, 多少人爱过你昙花一现的再笑还比影，
And loved your beauty with love false or true, 爱过你的美貌，以虚伪或看还当那情，
But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you 惟独一人曾爱你才种能如朝圣者的心，
And loved the sorrows of your changing face; 爱你哀戚的脸上走真看就开孩只的留痕。