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What passing-bells for these who die as cattle？
Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty orisons.
什麼樣的喪鐘，為那番慘死的人們響起？
只有毛骨悚然的短槍怒吼之聲
只有喋喋不休的長槍結巴之聲
可以倉促叨念出他們的死前祈禱
Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs, ——
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells；
And bugles calling for them from sad shires.
沒有虛偽的頌經，也沒有祈禱和教堂鐘聲
沒有哀悼的歌聲，也省卻喪禮的合唱詩班
嚎啕痛哭的炮彈，尖銳瘋狂地齊聲共鳴
悲哀的碉堡中，傳出號令他們沖鋒與撤退的軍號
What candles may be held to speed them all？
Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes
Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes.
什麼樣的燭光，可能拿來催促他們啟程出征呢？
并不在男孩的手里，而在他們的眼睛里
閃耀著神圣光輝的道別
Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,
And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.
女孩面容的蒼白，將是他們潔白的棺布
家人溫柔的忍耐，將是他們優美的喪花
（前線上日日送死，前仆后繼）大后方日日垂暮，下簾吊喪
