Thy dewy looks sink in my breast;

你的泪容尚铭记在我的深心，

Thy gentle words stir poison there;

柔声蜜语仍在搅动毒鸩，

Thou hast disturbed the only rest

你打扰过我仅有的和平宁静，

That was the portion of despair!

那曾经是绝望的一部分；

Subdued¹ to Duty's hard control,

倘若是顺从本份严厉的拘束，

I could have borne my wayward lot:

我原可任凭命运的摆布，

The chains that bind² this ruined soul

禁锢我残破灵魂的枷锁似痈疽

Had cankered then—but crushed it not.

折磨，却未能使它降伏。