悲哀的心向我微笑，
为着它不必再承担欢欣。
荨麻刺痛我的眼睛，
炫耀着它对此地的占领：
“看吧，亲爱的人，
没有风能摇曳我的枝叶，
即使我只是一棵荨麻！”
因为它不是长在大地上，
而是在坟墓里。
Heart of sorrow smiles at me
For it no longer carries the burden of please
Leaves of the nettle sting my eyes
Showing off its occupation of the place:
Behold, my dear,
No wind shall sway my branches,
Even I’m just a nettle!
For it does not grow on the earth,
But in a grave.