Two loves I have of comfort and despair,

　　Which like two spirits do suggest me still:

　　The better angel is a man right fair,

　　The worser spirit a woman colour'd ill.

　　To win me soon to hell, my female evil

　　Tempteth my better angel from my side,

　　And would corrupt my saint to be a devil,

　　Wooing his purity with her foul pride.

　　And whether that my angel be turn'd fiend

　　Suspect I may, but not directly tell;

　　But being both from me, both to each friend,

　　I guess one angel in another's hell:

　　Yet this shall I ne'er know, but live in doubt,

　　Till my bad angel fire my good one out.

　　两个爱人像精灵般把我诱惑，

　　一个叫安慰，另外一个叫绝望：

　　善的天使是个男子，丰姿绰约;

　　恶的幽灵是个女人，其貌不扬。

　　为了促使我早进地狱，那女鬼

　　引诱我的善精灵硬把我抛开，

　　还要把他迷惑，使沦落为妖魅，

　　用肮脏的骄傲追求纯洁的爱。

　　我的天使是否已变成了恶魔，

　　我无法一下子确定，只能猜疑;

　　但两个都把我扔下，互相结合，

　　一个想必进了另一个的地狱。

　　可是这一点我永远无法猜透，

　　除非是恶的天使把善的撵走