“爱并不为自己取悦，

“Love seeketh not itself to please.

也不求自己的舒畅，

Nor for itself hath any care，

而只让别人得欢乐，

But for another gives its ease，

在地狱的绝望里建立天堂。”

And builds a heaven in hell's despair.”

这样唱着一小泥块

So sung a little clod of clay，

被践踏在牛脚底，

Trodden with the cattle's feet，

但清溪里的小圆石

But a pebble of the brook

却啭出这悦耳的调子：

Warbled out these metres meet：

“爱专为自己取悦，

“Love seeketh only Self to please，

把别人拴在自己的欢乐上，

To bind another to its delight，

高兴别人失掉安乐，

Joys in another's loss of ease.

建地狱在天堂的轻蔑上。”

And builds a hell in heaven's despite.”