He knew.

祂知道。

How few there are

这样做的人何等

who do.

之少。

With nets

有了如此

so silver-seething full,

满网沸腾的银鳞，

our one regret—

我们还遗憾——

the sea holds more,

海里更多，

the sea holds more.

海里更多。

How easy to forget

何等容易忘记

that Figure on the shore,

在海岸上的那一位啊，

accepting as our due

我们心安理得

the breaking net

收取这几乎撑破的一网，

without the happy shout,

没有欣喜的呼喊：

"It is the Lord!"

“是主！”