I envy not in any moods

我不妒忌笼中出生的小鸟——

         The captive void of noble rage,

这缺乏高贵怒火的囚徒，

         The linnet born within the cage,

不管它自己是否觉得幸福，

That never knew the summer woods:

它从未见过夏天森林的奇妙；

I envy not the beast that takes

我不妒忌为所欲为的野兽，

         His license in the field of time,

它在自己的期限里放纵，

         Unfetter'd by the sense of crime,

不因犯罪感而约束行动，

To whom a conscience never wakes;

也不因良心觉醒而发愁；

Nor, what may count itself as blest,

我不妒总从未作过盟誓的心，

         The heart that never plighted troth

尽管它可以自诩为幸福，

         But stagnates in the weeds of sloth;

它只在懒惰的莠草中朽腐，

Nor any want-begotten rest.

我不妒忌匮乏造成的安宁。

I hold it true, whate'er befall;

不论何事降临，我确信，

         I feel it, when I sorrow most;

在最悲痛的时刻我觉得：

         'Tis better to have loved and lost

宁肯爱过而又失却，

Than never to have loved at all.

也不愿做从未爱过的人。