刚才我生出一个闪念：

I HAD this thought a while ago,

“这茫茫世界充满苦难，

"My darling cannot understand

我的爱人无法理解，

What I have done, or what would do

我的所作所为，我的打算。”

In this blind bitter land.'

于是太阳变得让我厌烦，

And I grew weary of the sun

直到我的思绪不再零乱，

Until my thoughts cleared up again,

记起我做得最漂亮的事情，

Remembering that the best I have done

就是表白了我的爱恋。

Was done to make it plain;

记得我年年都在高喊，

That every year I have cried, "At length

爱人终于明白了我的心愿，

My darling understands it all,

因为我已尽了努力，

Because I have come into my strength,

用文字传达了我的呼唤。

And words obey my call';

只要她真的懂得我的情感，

That had she done so who can say

谁还会追究什么疏漏缺憾？

What would have shaken from the sieve?

那我就会抛弃可怜的文字，

I might have thrown poor words away

心满意足活在人间。

And been content to live.