Love bade me welcome, yet my soul drew back,

爱神欢迎我的到来,而我的灵魂却在退缩,

Guilty of dust and sin.

蒙着浮世的灰尘与负罪的愧疚。

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

从我进门的那刻,

From my first entrance in,

我那无精打采的神情,逃不过爱神雪亮的眼睛。

Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning

她轻轻靠近,绵言细问,

If I lack'd anything.

感觉有何欠缺。

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

“一位客人,” 我说,“ 配得上当你的宾客的人。”

Love said, "You shall be he."

爱神说:“你将会是那位宾客。”

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

“我,如此冷酷无情、忘恩负义的人?啊,亲爱的,

I cannot look on thee."

我无法直视你。”

Love took my hand and smiling did reply,

爱神拉起我的手,嫣然回应:

"Who made the eyes but I?"

“无我何来明眸?”

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

“上帝啊,老天爷,但我毁损了其完美;让我心中羞愧

Go where it doth deserve."

得到其应有的惩罚吧。”

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

“我知道这不是你的错,”爱神说,

"My dear, then I will serve."

“谁该背负这种罪名呢?”

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

“亲爱的,既然如此,我愿为你效劳。”

So I did sit and eat.

“你定当就坐,”爱神说,“细品我的生命。”

于是我坐下,品尝这爱的宴席。