If in my youth I had realized that the sustaining splendour of beauty of with which I was in love would one day flood back into my heart, there to ignite a flame that would torture me without end, how gladly would I have put out the light in my eyes.
如果在我年轻时我意识到维持壮丽的美我爱总有一天洪水回我的心,点燃火焰,会没完没了地折磨我,我高兴地把光在我的眼睛。