No longer mourn for me when I am dead

Then 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.

我死去的時候別再為我悲哀，

當你聽見那沉重凄慘的葬鐘

普告給全世界說我已經離開

這齷齪世界去伴最齷齪的蟲：

不呀，當你讀到這詩，別再記起

那寫它的手；因為我愛到這樣，

寧愿被遺忘在你甜蜜的心里，

如果想起我會使你不勝哀傷。

如果呀，我說，如果你看見這詩，

那時候或許我已經化作泥土，

連我這可憐的名字也別提起，

但愿你的愛與我的生命同腐。

　　免得這聰明世界猜透你的心，

　　在我死去后把你也當作笑柄。