Can it be right to give what I can give?

我能不能有什么、就拿什么给你？

To let thee sit beneath the fall of tears

该不该让你紧挨著我，承受

As salt as mine, and hear the sighing years

我簌簌的苦泪；听著那伤逝的青春，

Re-sighing on my lips renunciative

在我的唇边重复著叹息，偶而

Through those infrequent smiles which fail to live

浮起一丝微笑，哪怕你连劝带哄，

For all thy adjurations?  O my fears,

也随即在叹息里寂灭？啊，我但怕

That this can scarce be right!  We are not peers

这并不应该！我俩是不相称的

So to be lovers; and I own, and grieve,

一对，哪能匹配作情侣？我承认，

That givers of such gifts as mine are, must

我也伤心，象我这样的施主

Be counted with the ungenerous.  Out, alas!

只算得鄙吝。唉，可是我怎能够让

I will not soil thy purple with my dust,

我满身的尘土玷污了你的紫袍，

Nor breathe my poison on thy Venice-glass,

叫我的毒气喷向你那威尼斯晶杯！

Nor give thee any love—which were unjust.

我什么爱也不给，因为什么都不该给。

Beloved, I only love thee! let it pass.

爱呀，让我只爱著你，就算数了吧！