Love bade me welcome, yet my soul drew back,

爱这般殷勤相邀，我的灵魂却退缩不前，

Guilty of dust and sin.

因满身的尘与罪而疚愧。

But quick-ey'd Love, observing me grow slack

但爱眼明心细，自我一进门就发现

From my first entrance in,

我神情萎靡心不振，

Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning

便又走近我，柔声询问

If I lack'd anything.

我可有所求。

"A guest," I answer'd, "worthy to be here";

“客人，” 我答道，“才配到此赴宴。 ”

Love said, "You shall be he."

爱说：“你就是我的座上宾。”

"I, the unkind, the ungrateful? ah my dear,

“我，这无情无义、忘恩负义之人？噢，我的爱，

I cannot look on thee."

我怎敢面对你。”

Love took my hand and smiling did reply,

爱牵起我的手，微笑着回应：

"Who made the eyes but I?"

“没有我何来这对明眸？”*

"Truth, Lord, but I have marr'd them; let my shame

“没错，主啊，但我已将它们污损；我羞愧难当

Go where it doth deserve."

让我接受应得的惩罚吧。”

"And know you not," says Love, "who bore the blame?"

“难道你真不知，”爱说，“是谁已背负这责罚？”

"My dear, then I will serve."

“我的爱，既是这样，我恭敬不如从命。”

"You must sit down," says Love, "and taste my meat."

“你当坐下，”爱说，“且吃我肉。”

So I did sit and eat.

于是我就坐，品尝。