当金黄的太阳升起来，第一次照上

The first time that the sun rose on thine oath

　你爱的盟约，我就预期着明月

To love me, I looked forward to the moon

　来解除那情结、系的太早太急。

To slacken all those bonds which seemed too soon

我只怕爱的容易、就容易失望，

And quickly tied to make a lasting troth.

引起悔心。再回顾我自己，我哪象

Quick-loving hearts, I thought, may quickly loathe;

　让你爱慕的人！－－却象一具哑涩

And, looking on myself, I seemed not one

　破损的弦琴、配不上你那么清澈

For such man’s love!—more like an out-of-tune

美妙的歌声！而这琴，匆忙里给用上，

Worn viol, a good singer would be wroth

一发出沙沙的音，就给恼恨地

To spoil his song with, and which, snatched in haste,

　扔下。我这么说，并不曾亏待

Is laid down at the first ill-sounding note.

自己，可是我冤了你。在乐圣的

I did not wrong myself so, but I placed

　手里，一张破琴也可以流出完美

A wrong on thee.  For perfect strains may float

和谐的韵律；而凭一张弓，真诚的

’Neath master-hands, from instruments defaced,—

　灵魂，可以在勒索、也同时在溺爱。

And great souls, at one stroke, may do and doat.