不过只要是爱，是爱，可就是美，
Yet, love, mere love, is beautiful indeed
就值得你接受。你知道，爱就是火，
And worthy of acceptation. Fire is bright,
火总是光明的，不问着火的是庙堂
Let temple burn, or flax. And equal light
或者柴堆－－那栋梁还是荆榛在烧，
Leaps in the flame from cedar-plank or weed.
火焰里总跳得出同样的光辉。当我
And love is fire. And when I say at need
不由得倾吐出：“我爱你！”在你的眼里，
_I love thee ... mark! ... _I love thee_ -- in thy sight
那荣耀的瞬息，我忽然成了一尊金身，
I stand transfigured, glorified aright,
感觉到有一道新吐的皓光从我天庭
With conscience of the new rays that proceed
投向你脸上。是爱，就无所谓卑下，
Out of my face toward thine. There's nothing low
即使是最微贱的在爱：那微贱的生命
In love, when love the lowest: meanest creatures
献爱给上帝，宽宏的上帝受了它、
Who love God, God accepts while loving so.
又回赐给它爱。我那迸发的热情
And what I _feel_, across the inferior features
就象道光，通过我这陋质，昭示了
Of what I _am_, doth flash itself, and show
爱的大手笔怎样给造物润色。
How that great work of Love enhances Nature's.