致——雪莱

有一个字经常被人亵渎

我不会再来亵渎

有一种感情被人假意鄙薄

你也不会再来鄙薄

有一种希望太似绝望

何须再加提防

你的怜悯之情无人能比

温暖着我的心

我不能给你人们所谓的爱情

但不知你能否接受

这颗对你仰慕的心

连上天也不会拒绝

犹如飞蛾扑向星星

又如黑夜追求黎明

这种思慕之情

早已跳出了人间苦境

To
--Shelley

One word is too often profaned

For me to profane it,

One feeling too falsely disdained

For thee to disdain it,

One hope is too like despair

For prudence to smother,

And pity from thee more dear

Than that from another.

I can give not what men call love,

But will thou accept not

The worship the heart lifts above

And the Heavens reject not,

The desire of the moth for the star,

Of the night for the morrow,

The devotion to something afar

From the sphere of our sorrow?