哦，如果我知道，一身缟素时，
缪斯就会来到我住的地方，
那里尔琴上，以石掷向无限，
永远压住我手上温暖的血肉。
哦，如果我知道，激烈飞行期间
我汹涌澎湃着的爱，苦涩的眼泪中
那将逝的最好的年华，
我就要关闭他，像鹰的，可爱的眼睛。
哦，如果我知道，我成功之时
憔悴，我劝诱着谨慎的，命运，
这样蔑视和无情的一个，很快就要笑了
人们会回答我最后的请求吗。
Oh, if I’ve known, when, in dress of whiteness,
Muse was just coming to my living place,
That to the lyre, stoned in the timeless,
My hands’ warm flesh will be forever pressed.
Oh, if I’ve known, when was flying fierce
And playful tempest of my love, the last,
That to the best of youths, in bitter tears,
I’ll close his, like eagle’s, dear eyes.
Oh, if I’ve known, when, by my successes
Pined, I was tempting destiny, discreet,
That soon with laugh, so scornful one and merciless,
Will people answer to my last entreat.
