Love bade me welcome; yet my soul drew back，Guilty of dust and sin.

But quick-eyed Love，observing me grow slackFrom my first entrance in，Drew nearer to me，sweetly questioningIf I lacked anything.

爱神欢迎我的到来，而我的灵魂却在退缩，蒙着浮世的灰尘与负罪的愧疚。

从我进门的那刻，我那无精打采的神情，逃不过爱神雪亮的眼睛。

她轻轻靠近，绵言细问，感觉有何欠缺。

“A guest,” I answered， “worthy to be here.”

Love said, “You shall be he.”

“I, the unkind, ungrateful? Ah，my dear，I cannot look on Thee.”

Love took my hand and smiling did reply，“Who made the eyes but I?”

“一位客人，” 我说，“配得上当你的宾客的人。 ”

爱神说：“你将会是那位宾客。”

“我，如此冷酷无情、忘恩负义的人？啊，亲爱的，我无法直视你。”

爱神拉起我的手，嫣然回应：

“无我何来明眸？”

“Truth, Lord; but I have marred them” let my shameGo where it doth deserve.”

“And know you not,” says Love, “Who bore the blame?”

“My dear, then I will serve.”

“You must sit down, ” says Love， “and taste my meat.”

So I did sit and eat.

“上帝啊，老天爷，但我毁损了其完美；让我心中羞愧得到其应有的惩罚吧。”

“我知道这不是你的错，”爱神说，“谁该背负这种罪名呢？”

“亲爱的，既然如此，我愿为你效劳。”

“你定当就坐，”爱神说，“细品我的生命。”

于是我坐下，品尝这爱的宴席。