My luminary,

我的光体，

my morning and evening

我的晨星和晚星。

star. My light at noon

我正午的光

when there is no sun

当没有太阳，

and the sky lowers. My balance

天空低垂时。我的

of joy in a world

喜乐的秤，在一个

that has gone off joy's

失去喜乐标准的

standard. Yours the face

世界。你的脸

that young I recognised

那年轻我承认

as though I had known you

仿佛我曾认识年老的

of old. Come, my eyes

你。来吧，我的双眼

said, out into the morning

说，进入这世界的清晨，

of a world whose dew

那里的露珠

waits for your footprint.

等待着你的足迹。

Before a green altar

在一座绿色的祭坛前

with the thrush for priest

以画眉为祭司

I took those gossamer

我许下了那些游丝般的

vows that neither the Church

誓言教堂

could stale nor the Machine

不能陈旧它机器也不能

tarnish, that with the years

磨损它，随着岁月流逝

have grown hard as flint,

已变得坚如燧石，

lighter than platinum

光亮更胜白金

on our ringless fingers.

在我们没戴戒指的手指上。