“Love seeketh not itself to please.

“爱并不为自己取悦，

Nor for itself hath any care，

也不求自己的舒畅，

But for another gives its ease，

而只让别人得欢乐，

And builds a heaven in hell's despair.”

在地狱的绝望里建立天堂。”

So sung a little clod of clay，

这样唱着一小泥块

Trodden with the cattle's feet，

被践踏在牛脚底，

But a pebble of the brook

但清溪里的小圆石

Warbled out these metres meet：

却啭出这悦耳的调子：

“Love seeketh only Self to please，

“爱专为自己取悦，

To bind another to its delight，

把别人拴在自己的欢乐上，

Joys in another's loss of ease.

高兴别人失掉安乐，

And builds a hell in heaven's despite.”

建地狱在天堂的轻蔑上。”