幽美的丧钟，那来自迢递的远方，悲泣着清晓之前逝去者的钟声，把我从一个熟悉的岸边的舟中惊醒起来。
The morning twilight even then was breaking; and, by the dusky revelations which it spread, I saw a girl, adorned with a garland of white roses about her head for some great festival, running along the solitary strand in extremity of haste.
这时，冥冥的曙天刚才破晓，朦胧昏暗之中，我瞥见一个少女，头上盛饰着节日的白玫瑰花冠，正沿着孤寂的海滩跑去，神情异常紧张。
Her running was the running of panic; and often she looked back as to some dreadful enemy in the rear.
她简直是在狂奔，不时地又回眸顾盼一下，仿佛身后有恶人追踪。
But when I leaped ashore, and followed in her steps to warn her of a peril in front, alas! from me she fled as from another peril, and vainly I shouted to her of quicksands that lay ahead.
但是当我跃上岸边，赶了上去，想警告她前面危险，但是天啊！她却将我甩掉，好像避去一桩新的祸害，因此我虽高声嘶叫前面有流沙，也终归无效。
Faster and faster she ran; round a promontory of rocks she wheeled out of sight; in an instant I also wheeled round it, but only to see the treacherous sands gathering above her head.
她却跑越快；绕过了一座岬角，便不见了；霎时间，我也绕到那里，但只见那险恶的流沙已使她遭到灭顶之灾。
Already her person was buried; only the fair young head and the diadem of white roses around it were still visible to the pitying heavens; and, last of all, was visible one white marble arm.
这时她已周身覆没，只剩下那秀美的头颅，以及头上的玫瑰王冠，泣对着那垂怜的苍天；最后，唯一还能瞥见的，是一只皓白的玉臂。
