At this Adonis smiles as in disdain,
That in each cheek appears a pretty dimple:
Love made those hollows, if himself were slain,
He might be buried in a tomb so simple;
Foreknowing well, if there he came to lie,
Why, there Love lived and there he could not die.
少年苦笑心怀怨，
美靥浮现双颊面：
若杀俊男惟情恋，
素椁简坟葬得便；
注定不容男当此，
爱神之地不能死。
