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.

　　假如我这笨拙的体质是思想，

　　不做美的距离就不能阻止我，

　　因为我就会从那迢迢的远方，

　　无论多隔绝，被带到你的寓所。

　　那么，纵使我的腿站在那离你

　　最远的天涯，对我有什么妨碍?

　　空灵的思想无论想到达哪里，

　　它立刻可以飞越崇山和大海。

　　但是唉，这思想毒杀我：我并非思想，

　　能飞越辽远的万里当你去后;

　　而只是满盛着泥水的钝皮囊，

　　就只好用悲泣去把时光伺候;

　　这两种重浊的元素毫无所赐

　　除了眼泪，二者的苦恼的标志