The More Loving One

Looking up at the stars, I know quite well.
That, for all they care, I can go to hell,
But on earth indifference is the least.
We have to dread from man or beast.

How should we like it were stars to burn,
With a passion for us we could not return?
If equal affection cannot be,
Let the more loving one be me.

Admirer as I think I am,
Of stars that do not give a damn,
I cannot, now I see them, say:
I missed one terribly all day.

Were all stars to disappear or die,
I should learn to look at an empty sky,
And feel its total dark sublime,
Though this might take me a little time.

让我们成为更有爱心的人

仰望群星的时分，我一清二楚，
尽管它们关怀备至，我亦有可能赴地府，
可是尘世间我们丝毫不必畏惧人类或禽兽的那份冷漠。

倘若群星燃烧着关怀我们的激情，
我们却无法回报，我们作何感想？
倘若无法产生同样的感情，
让我成为更有爱心的人。

尽管我自视为群星的崇拜者，
它们满不在乎，
现在我看群星，
我却难以启齿，
说我成天思念一颗星星。

倘若所有的星星消失或者消亡，
我应该学会仰望空荡的天空，
同时感受天空一片漆黑的崇高，
虽然这样可能要花费一点时间。