若你确实从天堂那里获得灵感 

If thou indeed derive thy light from heaven Then, 

那么，为了那束自天堂的无尽明光 
 

to the measure of that heaven-born light 
 

闪耀吧，诗人！ 

Shine, Poet! 

在你所在的地方，并感到满足。 
 

In thy place, and be content: 
 

繁星庄重地发出它们显赫的光亮 
 

The stars pre-eminent in magnitude 
And they that from the zenith dart their beams 
(Visible though they be half to the earth,Though half a sphere be conscious of their brightness) 
 

自天穹顶端射出道道光束 
 

Are yet of no diviner origin 
No putter essence, 

占卜者却无法告知其始源 
 

than the one that burns, 
Like an untended watch-fire, 

它们本质中没有丝毫懒散的特质，那些正在燃烧的 

on the ridge 
Of some dark mountain; 


如同未曾绽开的烟花， 

Or than those which seem 
Humbly to hang, 

在某个暗淡山脉的 
脊柱之上； 

like twinkling winter lamps, 
 

或者那些看上去 
 

Among the branches of the leafless tress; 

卑微得不该高悬夜空的，如同闪烁的冬日灯光 
 

All are the undying offspring of one Sire 
Then, 

时隐时现在光秃的树枝间隙 
 

to the measure of the light vouchsafed, 

它们皆为唯一的王者永生的子孙 
 

Shine, Poet! 

那么，面对着这恩泽的无尽光亮 
 

In thy place, and be content.

闪耀吧，诗人！ 

在你所在的地方，并感到满足。