——谚语
—Proverb
这人简直在发烧！他不能心平
How fevered is the man who cannot look
气和地对待自己有限的岁月，
Upon his mortal days with temperate blood,
他折磨生命之书的每一页光阴，
Who vexes all the leaves of his life's book,
使他的美名丧失了处女的纯洁；
And robs his fair name of its maidenhood:
这就好比是玫瑰撷取她自身，
It is as if the rose should pluck herself,
李树 摧折自己的雾里烟花，
Or the ripe plum finger its misty bloom,
又仿佛水泉女神，捣蛋的精灵，
As if a Naiad, like a meddling elf,
用污泥浊水把仙窟净界糟蹋；
Should darken her pure grot with muddy gloom;
但是呵，玫瑰依然站立在枝上，
But the rose leaves herself upon the briar,
任凭熏风来亲吻，蜜蜂来采蜜，
For winds to kiss and grateful bees to feed,
盛开的李花仍披着蒙眬的衣裳，
And the ripe plum still wears its dim attire,
湖水没被人搅浑就晶莹澄碧；
The undisturbed lake has crystal space.
为什么，人要美誉便软磨硬求，
Why then should man, teasing the world for grace,
信奉邪神，不再想得到拯救？
Spoil his salvation for a fierce miscreed?