Love bade me welcome; yet my soul drew back，
Guilty of dust and sin.
But quick-eyed Love，observing me grow slack
From my first entrance in，
Drew nearer to me，sweetly questioning
If 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 shame
Go 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。
