How careful was I, when I took my way,
Each trifle under truest bars to thrust,
That to my use it might unused stay
From hands of falsehood, in sure wards¹ of trust!
But thou, to whom my jewels trifles are,
Most worthy² of comfort, now my greatest grief,
Thou, best of dearest and mine only care,
Art left the prey³ of every vulgar thief.
Thee have I not lock'd up in any chest,
Save where thou art not, though I feel thou art,
Within the gentle closure of my breast,
From whence at pleasure thou mayst come and part;
  And even thence thou wilt⁴ be stol'n, I fear,
  For truth proves thievish for a prize so dear.

我是多么小心，在未上路之前，
为了留以备用，把琐碎的事物
一一锁在箱子里，使得到保险，
不致被一些奸诈的手所亵渎！
但你，比起你来珠宝也成废品，
你，我最亲最好和唯一的牵挂，
无上的慰安（现在是最大的伤心）
却留下来让每个扒手任意拿。
我没有把你锁进任何保险箱，
除了你不在的地方，而我觉得
你在，那就是我的温暖的心房，
从那里你可以随便进进出出；
　　就是在那里我还怕你被偷走：
　　看见这样珍宝，忠诚也变扒手。