你那样慷慨豪爽的施主呀，你把

What can I give thee back, O liberal

你心坎里金 袒 煌的宝藏、

And princely giver, who hast brought the gold

原封地掏出来，只往我墙外推，

And purple of thine heart, unstained, untold,

任凭象我这样的人去拣起，还是

And laid them on the outside of the wall

把这罕见的舍施丢下；教我拿什么

For such as I to take or leave withal,

来作为你应得的报答？请不要

In unexpected largesse? am I cold,

说我太冷漠、太寡恩，你那许多

Ungrateful, that for these most manifold

重重叠叠的深情厚意，我却

High gifts, I render nothing back at all?

没有一些儿回敬；不，并不是

Not so; not cold,—but very poor instead.

冷漠无情，实在我太寒伧。你问

Ask God who knows.  For frequent tears have run

上帝就明白。那连绵的泪雨冲尽了

The colours from my life, and left so dead

我生命的光彩，只剩一片死沉沉的

And pale a stuff, it were not fitly done

苍白，不配给你当偎依的枕头。

To give the same as pillow to thy head.

走吧！尽把它踏在脚下，作垫石。

Go farther! let it serve to trample on.