Two loves I have of comfort and despair,

Which like two spirits do suggest me still:

The better angel is a man right fair,

The worser spirit a woman colour'd ill.

To win me soon to hell, my female evil

Tempteth my better angel from my side,

And would corrupt my saint to be a devil,

Wooing his purity with her foul pride.

And whether that my angel be turn'd fiend

Suspect I may, but not directly tell;

But being both from me, both to each friend,

I guess one angel in another's hell:

Yet this shall I ne'er know, but live in doubt,

Till my bad angel fire my good one out.

两个爱人像精灵般把我诱惑，

一个叫安慰，另外一个叫绝望：

善的天使是个男子，丰姿绰约；

恶的幽灵是个女人，其貌不扬。

为了促使我早进地狱，那女鬼

引诱我的善精灵硬把我抛开，

还要把他迷惑，使沦落为妖魅，

用肮脏的骄傲追求纯洁的爱。

我的天使是否已变成了恶魔，

我无法一下子确定，只能猜疑；

但两个都把我扔下，互相结合，

一个想必进了另一个的地狱。

　　可是这一点我永远无法猜透，

　　除非是恶的天使把善的撵走