想起了从前我曾经感到的悲伤，
And for that sorrow which I then did feel
我只有痛悔我近来犯下的错误，
Needs must I under my transgression bow,
要不然我这人真成了铁石心肠。
Unless my nerves were brass or hammered steel.
如果我的狠心曾使你震颤，
For if you were by my unkindness shaken,
那你已度过一段时间在阴曹；
As I by yours, y'have passed a hell of time,
我可是懒汉，没匀出空闲来掂一掂
And I, a tyrant, have no leisure taken
你那次肆虐给了我怎样的苦恼。
To weigh how once I suffered in your crime.
我们不幸的夜晚将使我深心里
O, that our night of woe might have rememb’red
牢记着：真悲哀怎样惨厉地袭来，
My deepest sense how hard true sorrow hits,
我随即又向你（如你曾向我）呈递
And soon to you, as you to me then, tend'red
谦卑的香膏去医治受伤的胸怀！
The humble salve which wounded bosoms fits!
你的过失现在却成了赔偿费；
But that your trespass now becomes a fee;
我的赎你的，你的该把我赎回。
Mine ransoms yours, and yours must ransom me.