John Hall Wheelock - Triumph of Love 汉译

  For the joy within me that knows no bounds,

I echo backward the vibrant beauty

  Wherewith heaven’s hollow lute resounds.

I shed my song on the feet of all men,

  On the feet of all shed out like wine,

On the whole and the hurt I shed my bounty,

  The beauty within me that is not mine.

Turn out away from my song, nor scorn me,

  Who bear the secret that holds the sky

And the stars together, but know within me

  There speaks another more wise than I.

Nor spurn me here from your heart, to hate me!

  Yet hate me here if you will—not so

Myself you hate, but the Love within me

  That loves you, whether you would or no.

Here love returns with love to the lover,

  And beauty unto the heart thereof,

And hatred unto the heart of the hater,

  Whether he would or no, with love!