If the dull substance of my flesh were thought,

Injurious distance should not stop my way;

For then despite of space I would be brought,

From limits far remote where thou dost stay.

No matter then although my foot did stand

Upon the farthest earth removed from thee;

For nimble thought can jump both sea and land

As soon as think the place where he would be.

But ah! thought kills me that I am not thought,

To leap large lengths of miles when thou art gone,

But that so much of earth and water wrought

I must attend time's leisure with my moan,

Receiving nought by elements so slow

But heavy tears, badges of either's woe.

假如我這笨拙的體質(zhì)是思想，

不做美的距離就不能阻止我，

因?yàn)槲揖蜁?huì)從那迢迢的遠(yuǎn)方，

無(wú)論多隔絕，被帶到你的寓所。

那么，縱使我的腿站在那離你

最遠(yuǎn)的天涯，對(duì)我有什么妨礙？

空靈的思想無(wú)論想到達(dá)哪里，

它立刻可以飛越崇山和大海。

但是唉，這思想毒殺我：我并非思想，

能飛越遼遠(yuǎn)的萬(wàn)里當(dāng)你去后；

而只是滿盛著泥水的鈍皮囊，

就只好用悲泣去把時(shí)光伺候；

　　這兩種重濁的元素毫無(wú)所賜

　　除了眼淚，二者的苦惱的標(biāo)志。