我一点都不会妒忌

I envy not in any moods

      这缺乏高贵愤怒的囚徒，

         The captive void of noble rage,

      这出生于笼中的红雀，

         The linnet born within the cage,

从未见识过夏日的林地：

That never knew the summer woods:

我不妒忌那野兽

I envy not the beast that takes

      它在无尽的时间里尽情放纵，

         His license in the field of time,

      不受负罪感的约束，

         Unfetter'd by the sense of crime,

从未有可供唤醒的良知；

To whom a conscience never wakes;

也不妒忌那所谓的幸福，

Nor, what may count itself as blest,

      那从未缔结过誓约的心

         The heart that never plighted troth

      只会在怠惰的野草中沉滞，

         But stagnates in the weeds of sloth;

我不妒忌任何冷漠生出的安宁。

Nor any want-begotten rest.

我坚持这一点，无论发生什么；

I hold it true, whate'er befall;

      越是悲痛，我对此感受越深；

         I feel it, when I sorrow most;

      宁可爱过又失去

         'Tis better to have loved and lost

也不愿从未爱过。

Than never to have loved at all.