I have not seen as others saw.

我沒有看到別人看到的東西。

I could not bring my passions from a common spring.

我無法從共同的泉水中迸發出激情。

From the same source I have not taken my sorrow.

我的悲傷並非來自同一源頭。

I could not awaken my heart to joy at the same tones.

我無法用同樣的音調喚醒心中的喜悅。

And all I loved, I loved alone.

我所愛的，都是我一個人的愛。

Then, in my childhood, in the dawn of a most stormy life, was drawn from every depth of good and ill the mystery which binds me still.

然後，在我的童年，在我最風雨飄搖的人生的黎明，從每一個善與惡的深淵中，汲取了至今仍束縛著我的神祕力量。

From the torrent or the fountain, from the red cliff of the mountain, from the sun that round me rolled in its autumn tint of gold, from the lightning in the sky as it passed me flying by, from the thunder and the storm and the cloud that took the form, when the rest of heaven was blue, of a demon in my view.

從激流或噴泉中，從紅色的山崖上，從圍繞著我滾動著金色秋色的太陽中，從我飛過時天空中的閃電中，從雷聲、風暴和雲朵中，當天堂的其他地方都是藍色的時候，我看到了一個惡魔的形態。