任何心情里我不会妒忌

I envy not in any moods

没一点义愤震怒的俘虏；

         The captive void of noble rage,

笼里生得红雀我不羡慕，

         The linnet born within the cage,

它从没见过夏日的林地。

That never knew the summer woods:

我并不妒忌肆虐的猛兽，

I envy not the beast that takes

虽然它在时光的田野里

         His license in the field of time,

全不被负罪的感觉所拘——

         Unfetter'd by the sense of crime,

良心发现一事永不会有；

To whom a conscience never wakes;

我也不妒忌自我庆幸者，

Nor, what may count itself as blest,

他的心从来没立过盟誓，

         The heart that never plighted troth

始终待在萎靡的荒草里；

         But stagnates in the weeds of sloth;

不妒忌未付代价的自得。

Nor any want-begotten rest.

任凭怎样，我坚持这一条；

I hold it true, whate'er befall;

越悲痛，我对此体会越深；

         I feel it, when I sorrow most;

宁可自己的爱全落了空，

         'Tis better to have loved and lost

也比从来都没爱过要好。

Than never to have loved at all.