John Milton - On His Blindness 汉译

When I consider how my light is spent   <?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" />

E’re half my days, in this dark world and wide,  

And that one Talent which is death to hide,  

Lodg’d with me useless, though my Soul more bent  

To serve therewith my Maker, and present         

My true account, least he returning chide,  

Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?  

I fondly ask; --But patience to prevent  

That murmur, soon replies; God doth not need  

Either man’s work or his own gifts, who best  

Bear his mild yoke, they serve Him best, His State  

Is Kingly; thousands at his bidding speed  

And post o’re Land and Ocean without rest:-- 

They also serve who only stand and wait.