If you sit down at set of sun,
And count the acts that you have done,
And counting, find
One self-denying deed, one word,
That eased the heart of him who heard,
One glance most kind,
That fell like sunshine where it went——
Then you may count that day well spent,
But if through all the livelong day,
You’ve cheered no heart, by yea or nay——
If, through it all
You’ve nothing done that you can trace,
That brought the sunshine to one face——
No act most small.
Then count that day as worse than lost。
当夕阳西下，如果你坐下来
回忆这一天的所作所为，
你展开思绪，慢慢回想
你就会发现一个无私的举动，
甚至一句话，都会
让听到者的内心感到欣慰。
或或者你充满善意的一瞥，
就像阳光布满整个角落，
那么，你就可以确定
你这一天过得意义非凡。
如果你一整天都无所事事，
也没有什么事情可做，
你感觉度日如年，郁郁寡欢
也不曾给任何一张脸送去阳光，
甚至，你连一个微小的举动
你都不愿付出，那么你就
可以确定你这一天
过的毫无意义，甚至比
甚至比损失还糟糕。
