Here and there is born a Saint Theresa, foundress of nothing, whose loving heart-beats and sobs after an unattained goodness tremble off and are dispersed among hindrances, instead of centring in some long-recognizable deed.

到处都诞生了一个圣特蕾莎， 她一无所有， 在未获得的善良之后， 她充满爱意的心跳和哭泣颤抖着， 散布在障碍中， 而不是集中在一些早已被认可的行为上。