我的光体，

My luminary,

我的晨星和晚星。

my morning and evening

我正午的光

star. My light at noon

当没有太阳，

when there is no sun

天空低垂时。我的

and the sky lowers. My balance

喜乐的秤，在一个

of joy in a world

失去喜乐标准的

that has gone off joy's

世界。你的脸

standard. Yours the face

那年轻我承认

that young I recognised

仿佛我曾认识年老的

as though I had known you

你。来吧，我的双眼

of old. Come, my eyes

说，进入这世界的清晨，

said, out into the morning

那里的露珠

of a world whose dew

等待着你的足迹。

waits for your footprint.

在一座绿色的祭坛前

Before a green altar

以画眉为祭司

with the thrush for priest

我许下了那些游丝般的

I took those gossamer

誓言教堂

vows that neither the Church

不能陈旧它机器也不能

could stale nor the Machine

磨损它，随着岁月流逝

tarnish, that with the years

已变得坚如燧石，

have grown hard as flint,

光亮更胜白金

lighter than platinum

在我们没戴戒指的手指上。

on our ringless fingers.