Love bade me welcome; yet my soul drew back，
Guilty of dust and sin.
But quick-eyed Love，observing me grow slack
From my first entrance in，
Drew nearer to me，sweetly questioning
If I lacked anything.
爱神欢迎我的到来，而我的灵魂却在退缩，
蒙着浮世的灰尘与负罪的愧疚。
从我进门的那刻，
我那无精打采的神情，逃不过爱神雪亮的眼睛。
她轻轻靠近，绵言细问，
感觉有何欠缺。
“A guest,” I answered， “worthy to be here.”
Love said, “You shall be he.”
“I, the unkind, ungrateful? Ah，my dear，
I cannot look on Thee.”
Love took my hand and smiling did reply，
“Who made the eyes but I?”
