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He thought on all his glorious hopes, on all his high renown
他思索著他所有的榮耀所有的希望,他所有的名望
Then flung the falchion from his side and in the dust sat down,
然后從身邊憤怒的扔了刀，在土里坐了下來,
And, covering with his steel-gloved hand his darkly mournful brow,
用他那鋼制的手套蓋住自己黑暗悲傷的額頭,
"No more, there is no more," he said, "to lift the sword for now:
“沒有更多,沒有更多,”他說,“現在把劍舉起來
My king is false! my hope betrayed! my father—oh! the worth:
我的國王是失敗的!我的希望破滅了。我的父親——噢，那無價:
The glory, and the loveliness, are passed away from earth!"
榮耀,可愛的人,從地球上去世了!”
Up from the ground he sprang once more, and seized the monarch's rein
他再次從地面跳起,抓住了君主的衣領控制住他
Amid the pale and wildered looks of all the courtier train;
所有的一列朝臣看起來臉色蒼白且不知所措
And with a fierce, overmastering grasp, the rearing war-horse led,
在激烈壓倒性的控制下,撫育的戰馬到了,
And sternly set them face to face—the king before the dead!
嚴厲地讓他們面對面。在國王死之前。
"Came I not forth upon thy pledge, my father's hand to kiss?—
“我還尚未履行我的承諾,親吻我父親的手?
Be still, and gaze thou on, false king! and tell me what is this?
直到現在,看著你，失敗的國王，這是什么?
The voice, the glance, the heart I sought—give answer, where are they?
他的聲音,目光，我尋找的心——給我答案,他們在哪里?
If thou wouldst clear thy perjured soul, send life through this cold clay!
如果你必須清楚你虛偽的靈魂,將生活弄到這冰冷的泥里來!
"Into these glassy eyes put light—be still, keep down thine ire!—
“讓這些呆滯的眼睛發著光——現在,控制住你的憤怒! -
Bid these white lips a blessing speak—this earth is not my sire!
管好這些說著祝福的慘白的嘴唇——這個地球不是我的上帝!
Give me back him for whom I strove, for whom my blood was shed!
給我支持，我是為誰而奮斗,我的血液為誰而流!
Thou canst not?—and a king!—His dust be mountains on thy head!"
你能嗎?——一個國王!他的灰塵像是座山在你的頭上!”
He loosed the steed—his slack hand fell; upon the silent face
他解開駿馬-他松開的手下滑,沉默的臉
He cast one long, deep, troubled look, then turned from that sad place:
他投出一個長的,深的,陷入困境的眼神,然后從那悲傷的地方轉回:
His hope was crushed—his after-fate untold in martial strain—
他希望破碎了，———數不清的軍事壓力——
His banner led the spears no more amidst the hills of Spain!
他的旗幟讓長矛不再在西班牙的山上飄揚!
