译诗：无名诗（by Thoreau）

让这样纯洁的憎恨仍支撑我们的爱，
它让我们可能成为彼此的良知，
找回我们的同情，从那时起。
当然，当然，你愿意相信我，
当我说你令我多么反感。
噢，我憎恨你，那憎恨会欣然地湮没。
可是，有时，违背我的意愿
我的朋友，我仍然爱你：
它是对爱的不忠，对上帝的亵渎，
一种对纯洁公正的憎恨极微小的减弱。
"Let such pure hate still underprop
 Our love, that we may be
 Each other’s conscience,
 And have our sympathy
 Mainly from thence."
"Surely, surely, thou wilt trust me
 When I say thou dost disgust me.
 Oh, I hate thee with a hate
 That would fain annihilate;
 Yet, sometimes, against my will,
 My dear friend, I love thee still.
 It were treason to our love,
 And a sin to God above,
 One iota to abate
 Of a pure, impartial hate."