Ah, Richard! With the eyes of heavy mind, I see thy glory like a shooting star, Fall to the base earth from the firmament.
Thy sun sets weeping in the lowly west, Witnessing storms to come, woe, and unrest.
Thy friends are fled to wait upon thy foes, And crossly to thy good all fortune goes.
啊,理查!凭着我的沉重的心灵之眼,我看见你的光荣像一颗流星,从天空中降落到卑贱的地上。你的太阳流着泪向西方沉没,望见未来的风暴,不幸,和扰乱。你的朋友都投奔你的敌人去了,命运完全站在和你反对的地位。
(这是我最喜欢的一句话,每每读来都有一种陨落的无奈。)