Up to last week I used regularly to put there the flowers of my worship, every morning after my bath.

直到上周， 我每天早上沐浴后都会经常把我崇拜的花放在那里。

My devotion to you has made me cruel; my worship of you has lighted the raging flame of destruction within me.

我对你的忠诚使我变得残忍； 我对你的崇拜点燃了我内心的熊熊毁灭之火。

I held it up aloft as I said: " I charge you to convey these my jewels to the object of my worship—to whom I have dedicated them through you" .

我高高举起它， 说道：“我要求你将我的这些珠宝转交给我崇拜的对象——我通过你将它们献给了他” 。

" God of my worship, bright and gay" ! That was how I tried to begin my sole poem; you must own it's a splendid first line, but I could never produce a second. Happiness! happiness!

“我崇拜的上帝，明亮而快乐”！这就是我试图开始我唯一一首诗的方式；你必须拥有它是一个出色的第一行，但我永远无法产生第二个。幸福！幸福！