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"Cold is thy brow, my son! and I am chill,
“我的表情冷峻，我的孩子！我很冷，
As to my bosom I have tried to press thee!
因為我想將你擁入懷中！
How was I wont to feel my pulses thrill,
我如何能習慣我顫動的脈搏，
Like a rich harp-string, yearning to caress thee,
像一根繃緊的琴弦，渴望愛撫你，
And hear thy sweet 'My father!' from those dumb and cold lips, Absalom!
聽到你冰冷的嘴唇甜蜜地說出‘我的父親！‘”
"The grave hath won thee! I shall hear the gush of music, and the voices of the young;
“你已經進入了墳墓！我應該聆聽音樂和年輕人的聲音；
And life will pass me in the mantling blush,
經歷了生活的我將會滿臉通紅
And the dark tresses to the soft flung;—
黑色柔軟的長發在舞動；——
But thou no more with thy sweet voice shalt come
但是你再也不能帶著甜美的聲音
To meet me, Absalom!
來見我,押沙龍！”
"And oh! when I am stricken, and my heart,
“噢！我絕望時，我的心就像是一根裂開的蘆葦，
Like a bruised reed, is waiting to be broken,
等待著被打碎，
How will its love for thee, as I depart,
我離開后，他會如何愛你，
Yearn for thine ear to drink its last deep token!
渴望你的耳朵能喝掉這最后深邃的象征！
It were so sweet, amid death's gathering gloom,
它是如此甜美，在積聚的死亡陰影中
To see thee, Absalom!
看見你，押沙龍！”
"And now, farewell!'Tis hard to give thee up,
“現在，該說再見了！跟你說再見很難，
With death so like a gentle slumber on thee!—
你死了，就像是軟綿綿地睡著了！——
And thy dark sin!—oh! I could drink the cup,
你那發黑的膚色！——噢！我可以飲盡杯中酒，
If from this woe its bitterness had won thee.
如果從這種悲痛比你還痛苦。
May God have called thee, like a wanderer, home,
但愿是上帝將你呼喚回家，像呼喚一個游子，
My lost boy, Absalom!"
我死去的孩子，押沙龍！”
He covered up his face, and bowed himself a moment on his child;
他將他的臉蓋上，像他的孩子鞠了一個躬；
then, giving him a look of melting tenderness,
隨后滿懷深情地看了他一眼
he clasped his hands convulsively,as if in prayer.
他突然十指緊扣，像是在祈禱。
And, as if strength were given him of God,
好像上帝賜予了他力量，
He rose up calmly, and composed the pall firmly and decently,and left him there,
他慢慢地起身，堅定而得體地蓋上了棺材，——
As if his rest had been a breathing sleep.
好像里面得人只是在沉睡。
