从此不再看他物。
每当春来,百花盛开,
双眼低垂,满面哀伤
站立在朦胧烟雨中的
不再是那希腊少年,
而是一株水仙花。
Look not in my eyes, for fear
They mirror true the sight I see,
And there you find your face too clear
And love it and be lost like me,
One the long nights through must lie
Spent in star-defeated sighs,
But why should you as well as I perish?
Gaze not in my eyes.
A Grecian lad, as I hear tell,
One that many loved in vain,
Looked into a forest well
And never looked away again.