瞧！死神为他自己竖起了宝座，
在一座奇妙的城市，萧瑟寥落，
就在那遥远而又迷蒙的西方，
那儿，欢乐与痛苦，邪恶与善良，
都早已坠入永恒的梦乡。
那些神龛，宫殿和塔楼
（时间侵蚀的塔楼不再摇晃！）
看起来都不像我们所有。
四周，被消散的风儿遗忘
在苍昊之下如槁木死灰
是一汪忧郁凄清的海水。

从冥冥穹天没有星光月色
洒向之座荒城的漫漫长夜；
只有微光来自苍白的海面
悄无声息的映照在角楼塔尖——
映照在尖塔，把四方映遍——
映照在圆顶，尖顶，帝王的厅堂——
映照在神殿——巴比伦式的粉墙——
映照在早就被遗忘的空蒙凉亭，
凉亭有石雕的鲜花和青藤——
映在许多叹为观止的神庙，
其萧墙照壁有石刻玉雕
古琴，藤蔓（wan）和紫罗兰互相缠绕。

在苍昊之下如槁木死灰
是那汪郁凄清的海水。
塔楼和阴影在水中汇融
仿佛一切都悬浮在空中，
而在城中的一座的高塔之上
死神正在巍然地朝下眺望。

下面，裂开的坟墓和神庙
与微微发光的海面齐高；
但那儿并没有金银财富
在每一尊佛像面前展露——
也没有珠光宝气的死者
想从海底把波涛诱惑；
因为，唉！没有漪澜
泛起在茫茫如镜的海面——
没有鳞波显示风儿也许
吹拂在远方更幸运的海域——
没有浪花暗示风儿
静得不那么可怕的大海。

但瞧，天空出现了一阵骚动！
这海——这海也有了一阵汹涌！
仿佛那些塔楼正微微下坠
倾泻着插入阴郁的潮水——
仿佛那些塔尖已经放弃
他们在朦胧天空的位置。
这海此刻有了更红的颜色——
时间在呼吸，气息薄弱——
而这时，那座城将下沉，下沉，
从此再听不见人世的呻吟。
地狱，从一千个王位上升起，
将对它表示深深的敬意。

No rays from the holy Heaven come down
On the long night-time of that town
But light from out the lurid sea
Streams up the turrets silently-
Gleams up the pinnacles far and free-
Up domes- up spires- up kingly halls-
Up fanes- up Babylon-like walls-
Up shadowy long-forgotten bowers
Of sculptured ivy and stone flowers-
Up many and many a marvellous shrine
Whose wreathed friezes intertwine
The viol, the violet, and the vine

Resignedly beneath the sky
The melancholy waters lie
So blend the turrets and shadows there
That all seem pendulous in air
While from a proud tower in the town
Death looks gigantically down

There open fanes and gaping graves
Yawn level with the luminous waves
But not the riches there lie
In each idol's diamond eye-
Not the gaily-jewlled dead
Tempt the wasters from their bed
For no ripples curl, alas!
Along that wilderness of glass-
No swellings tell that winds may be
Upon some far-off happier sea
No heavings hint that winds have been
On seas less hideously serene

突然想起原文结尾忘发了，明天就给补上（附赠上一张坡）

But lo, a stir is in the air!
The wave- there is a movement there!
As if the towers had thrust aside
In slightly sinking, the dull tide-
As if their tops had feebly given
A void within the filmy Heaven
The waves have now a redder glow-
The hours are breathing faint and low-
And when, amid no earthly moans
Down, down that town shall settle hence
Hell, rising from a thousand thrones
Shall do it reverence
------1831