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For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn,
對他們而言，熊熾的爐火不再會燃燒，
Or busy housewife ply her evening care;
忙碌的主婦不再會夜里還忙碌，
No children run to lisp their sire's return,
沒有孩子再對父親回轉呀呀囈語，
Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
為分享一個親吻再爬到他膝上。
Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield,
往昔他們揮舞鐮刀，
Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke:
板結的土地就犁出了壟溝，
How jocund did they drive their team afield!
他們趕牲口下地，那么歡欣！
How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke!
猛揮鐮刀，樹一棵棵低下頭！
Let not Ambition mock their useful toil,
不要讓抱負嘲諷他們的勞作，
Their homely joys, and destiny obscure;
普通人的歡樂、籍籍無名的命運，
Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile
奢華也不必抱以輕蔑的冷笑
The short and simple annals of the poor.
傾聽窮苦人短暫平樸的記錄。
The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power,
門第的炫耀，權勢的煊赫，
And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave,
所有美，所有財富能給予的好處，
Await alike, the inevitable hour:
都同樣等待著不可避免的時刻到來
The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
光榮的道路最后歸于墳墓。
Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault,
驕傲的人啊，你不要怪這些人，
If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise;
銘記并沒有給這些墳墓留下紀念，
Where, through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault,
在那里，長長的通道和雕飾的拱頂
The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
洪亮的贊美歌在傳揚。
