英文

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.

中文

如果笨重的肉体变成思想，

伤人的距离无法把我阻止：

我会不顾哪怕是万水千山，

一定振翅而飞，赶到你那里。

即便此刻我所立足的地点

远在天涯海角，那又有何妨！

疾飞的思想总是即思即行，

转眼间就穿越群山与海洋。

但我不是那思想，这真要命！

我飞不过相距的遥遥千里，

我只是水和土做成的凡身，

我只能侍候时间，徒劳叹息。

　　笨拙的元素让我一无所有，

　　除了悲伤的泪和无穷的愁。