悼念集 27

I envy not in any moods
The captive void of noble rage,
The linnet born within the cage,
That never knew the summer woods;
I envy not the beast that takes
His license in the field of time,
Unfetter'd by the sense of crime,
To whom a conscience never wakes;
Nor, what may count itself as blest,
The heart that never plighted troth
But stagnates in the weeds of sloth:
Nor any want-begotten rest.
I hold it true, whate'er befall;
I feel it, when I sorrow most;
'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.
无论什么心情下，我都不会
羡慕全无义愤的囚徒，
笼中出世的红雀，我不羡慕，
它都未见过夏季的林子；
那在时光的原野间
放肆的野兽，我不羡慕，
虽然它不为负罪所束缚，
而它的良心也从不会发现；
我也不羡慕那自以为有福的，
它的心从未立下山盟海誓，
只是在懒散的野草中沉滞；
也不羡慕随心所欲的安歇；
任凭怎样，我坚信这条真理：
越是悲痛却越是真切：
“宁愿爱过却又失去，也不愿从未放手去爱。 ”
 阿尔弗雷德·丁尼生