I envy not in any moods

我一点都不会妒忌

         The captive void of noble rage,

      这缺乏高贵愤怒的囚徒，

         The linnet born within the cage,

      这出生于笼中的红雀，

That never knew the summer woods:

从未见识过夏日的林地：

I envy not the beast that takes

我不妒忌那野兽

         His license in the field of time,

      它在无尽的时间里尽情放纵，

         Unfetter'd by the sense of crime,

      不受负罪感的约束，

To whom a conscience never wakes;

从未有可供唤醒的良知；

Nor, what may count itself as blest,

也不妒忌那所谓的幸福，

         The heart that never plighted troth

      那从未缔结过誓约的心

         But stagnates in the weeds of sloth;

      只会在怠惰的野草中沉滞，

Nor any want-begotten rest.

我不妒忌任何冷漠生出的安宁。

I hold it true, whate'er befall;

我坚持这一点，无论发生什么；

         I feel it, when I sorrow most;

      越是悲痛，我对此感受越深；

         'Tis better to have loved and lost

      宁可爱过又失去

Than never to have loved at all.

也不愿从未爱过。