DECEMBER 1.
12月1日。

Wilhelm, the man about whom I wrote to you – that man so enviable in his misfortunes – was secretary to Charlotte’s father;
威廉，这个我告诉你的人，这个在他的不幸中如此令人羡慕的人，曾是夏洛特的父亲的秘书； —

and an unhappy passion for her which he cherished, concealed, and at length discovered, caused him to be dismissed from his situation.
他对她怀有一份不幸的爱慕，他一直隐藏着，最后被揭露，导致他被解雇。 —

This made him mad. Think, whilst you peruse this plain narration, what an impression the circumstance has made upon me!
这让他发疯了。当你仔细阅读这个简单的叙述时，请想想这个情况给我留下了多深刻的印象！ —

But it was related to me by Albert with as much calmness as you will probably peruse it.
但是阿尔伯特向我讲述它的时候保持着和你阅读时一样的平静。

DECEMBER 4.
12月4日。

I implore your attention. It is all over with me.
我懇求你的关注。 —

I can support this state no longer.
我已经无法再忍受这种境况。 —

To-day I was sitting by Charlotte.
今天我坐在夏洛特旁边。 —

She was playing upon her piano a succession of delightful melodies, with such intense expression!
她在钢琴上弹奏着一连串美妙的旋律，表达得如此深情！ —

Her little sister was dressing her doll upon my lap.
她妹妹在我的膝上给她的洋娃娃穿衣服。 —

The tears came into my eyes. I leaned down, and looked intently at her wedding-ring:
我的眼睛湿润了。我低下头，凝视着她的结婚戒指： —

my tears fell – immediately she began to play that favourite, that divine, air which has so often enchanted me.
我的眼泪落下来 - 她立马开始弹奏那首最喜欢、最神圣的曲子，那首曾经多次令我陶醉的曲子。 —

I felt comfort from a recollection of the past, of those bygone days when that air was familiar to me;
我感到了从过去的回忆中所带来的安慰，那些过去的日子，那片熟悉的空气在我身边； —

and then I recalled all the sorrows and the disappointments which I had since endured.
然后我回想起自己所经历的所有悲伤和失望； —

I paced with hasty strides through the room, my heart became convulsed with painful emotions.
我匆忙地在房间里来回踱步，我的心被痛苦的情感所折磨着； —

At length I went up to her, and exclaimed With eagerness, “For Heaven’s sake, play that air no longer!” She stopped, and looked steadfastly at me.
最后，我走到她身边，急切地说道：“求上天的缘故，不要再演奏那首曲子了！”她停下来，凝视着我； —

She then said, with a smile which sunk deep into my heart, “Werther, you are ill: your dearest food is distasteful to you.
她随后微笑着对我说：“维特，你生病了：你最喜爱的食物对你来说已经不再可口。”我努力地自我解脱； —

But go, I entreat you, and endeavour to compose yourself.” I tore myself away.
上帝啊，你看见我的痛苦，愿意结束它们吧！ —

God, thou seest my torments, and wilt end them!
12月6日；

DECEMBER 6.
她的形象如何充斥着我！无论清醒还是入睡，她都充满了我整个灵魂！

How her image haunts me! Waking or asleep, she fills my entire soul!
刚一闭上眼睛，这里，在我的脑海中，所有视觉神经都集中的地方，她的深邃眼眸就印在了我脑海里； —

Soon as I close my eyes, here, in my brain, where all the nerves of vision are concentrated, her dark eyes are imprinted.
请你，我恳求你，努力安抚自己。”我挣脱开了。 —

Here – I do not know how to describe it; but, if I shut my eyes, hers are immediately before me:
在这里 - 我不知道如何描述它；但是，如果我闭上眼睛，她的眼睛立刻就在我的眼前： —

dark as an abyss they open upon me, and absorb my senses.
深邃如深渊，它们将我吸引进去，使我的感官无法自拔。

And what is man – that boasted demigod?
那么人类又是什么呢 - 这个自夸的半神？ —

Do not his powers fail when he most requires their use?
难道他的能力不是在最需要时失效吗？ —

And whether he soar in joy, or sink in sorrow, is not his career in both inevitably arrested?
无论他是飞向快乐，还是沉入悲伤，他的人生在两者中都将无可避免地停滞不前吗？ —

And, whilst he fondly dreams that he is grasping at infinity, does he not feel compelled to return to a consciousness of his cold, monotonous existence?
而当他痴心妄想地认为他正在追逐无尽时，难道他不感到被迫回到对他冷酷、单调存在的自觉吗？