他来坐在我的身边，而我没有醒来。多么可恨的睡眠，唉，不幸的我呵！

他在静夜中来到；手里拿着琴，我的梦魂和他的音乐起了共鸣。

唉，为什么每夜就这样地虚度了？呵，他的气息触到了我的睡眠，为什么我总看不见他的面容？

He came and sat by my side but I woke not. What a cursed sleep it was，O miserable me！

He came when the night was still；he had his harp in his hands，and my dreams became resonant with its melodies.

Alas，why are my nights all thus lost？Ah，why do I ever miss his sight whose breath touches my sleep？