I envy not in any moods

任何心情里我不会妒忌

         The captive void of noble rage,

没一点义愤震怒的俘虏；

         The linnet born within the cage,

笼里生得红雀我不羡慕，

That never knew the summer woods:

它从没见过夏日的林地。

I envy not the beast that takes

我并不妒忌肆虐的猛兽，

         His license in the field of time,

虽然它在时光的田野里

         Unfetter'd by the sense of crime,

全不被负罪的感觉所拘——

To whom a conscience never wakes;

良心发现一事永不会有；

Nor, what may count itself as blest,

我也不妒忌自我庆幸者，

         The heart that never plighted troth

他的心从来没立过盟誓，

         But stagnates in the weeds of sloth;

始终待在萎靡的荒草里；

Nor any want-begotten rest.

不妒忌未付代价的自得。

I hold it true, whate'er befall;

任凭怎样，我坚持这一条；

         I feel it, when I sorrow most;

越悲痛，我对此体会越深；

         'Tis better to have loved and lost

宁可自己的爱全落了空，

Than never to have loved at all.

也比从来都没爱过要好。