To ---By Percy Bysshe Shelley         致---原著雪萊，翻譯yipianyun

    one word is too often profaned           有個字經常被褻瀆

      For me to profane it,                          我怎能重複？

    one feeling too falsely disdained          有種情感會被假意輕視

      For thee to disdain it;                         您不會也輕視？ 

    one hope is too like despair                 有種希望近似於絕望

      For prudence to smother,                     又何須加以提防？

    and pity from thee more dear               來自您的縱使是憐憫

      Than that from another.                       也能溫暖我的心！

    I can give not what men call love,       我給不出世俗的情愛

      But wilt thou accept not                      不知您可接受這份崇拜？

   The worship the heart lifts above          這溫暖心底的柔情

      And the Heavens reject not,—             像來自天國一樣的神聖……

   The desire of the moth for the star,       有如飛蛾嚮往星星

   Of the night for the morrow,                亦如夜色傾慕黎明

The devotion to something afar            遙不可及的思慕

   From the sphere of our sorrow?            已然超越紅塵之苦!