英文
AUGUST 22.
What a misfortune, Wilhelm! My active spirits have degenerated into contented indolence. I cannot be idle, and yet I am unable to set to work. I cannot think: I have no longer any feeling for the beauties of nature, and books are distasteful to me. Once we give ourselves up, we are totally lost. Many a time and oft I wish I were a common labourer; that, awakening in the morning, I might have but one prospect, one pursuit, one hope, for the day which has dawned. I often envy Albert when I see him buried in a heap of papers and parchments, and I fancy I should be happy were I in his place. Often impressed with this feeling I have been on the point of writing to you and to the minister, for the appointment at the embassy, which you think I might obtain. I believe I might procure it. The minister has long shown a regard for me, and has frequently urged me to seek employment. It is the business of an hour only. Now and then the fable of the horse recurs to me. Weary of liberty, he suffered himself to be saddled and bridled, and was ridden to death for his pains. I know not what to determine upon. For is not this anxiety for change the consequence of that restless spirit which would pursue me equally in every situation of life?
中文
八月二十二日
多不幸啊，威廉，我浑身充满活力，却偏偏无所事事，闲得心烦，既不能什么不干，又什么都不能干。我不再有想象力，不再有对自然界的敏感，书籍也令我生厌。一当我们失去了自主，便失去了一切。我向你发誓，我有时甚至希望当个短工，以便清晨一觉醒来，对未来的一天有个目标，有个追求，有个希望。我常常羡慕阿尔伯特，看见他成天埋头在公文堆中，心里就想，要是我能像他有多好啊！有几次我已动了念头，想给你和部长写信，请他把公使馆的差事留给我。如你所说，他是不会拒绝我的，我也这么相信。部长多年来就喜欢我，总是劝我找个事情做做；有一阵子我也认真准备这么办。可是事后再一考虑，我便想起了那则马的寓言，说的是它自由自在得不耐烦了，便请人给它装好鞍子，套上缰绳，结果让人骑得累得半死。这一想，我又不知如何是好了。——好朋友，我这要求改变现状的热望，莫不就是到处追逼着我的内心的烦躁不安吧？
