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The hills, rock-ribbed, and ancient as the sun; the vales stretching in pensive quietness between;
群山像太陽一般古老，冥頑；山谷在沉思的靜謐中延伸；
The venerable woods, rivers that move in majesty, and the complaining brooks, that make the meadows green;
歲月砥礪下的森林，浩浩湯湯的江河，哀怨低訴的小溪，讓草地青綠；
and, poured round all, old Ocean's gray and melancholy waste,
灌溉四方，那灰暗而憂郁的大洋自古這樣，
Are but the solemn decorations all of the great tomb of man.
不過是人類這座大墓莊嚴的飾物而已。
The golden sun, the planets, all the infinite host of heaven,
金黃色太陽，行星，天空中所有無邊無際的星宿，
are shining on the sad abodes of death, through the still lapse of ages.
穿過靜靜流逝的歲月，一齊照耀這個凄涼的死居。
All that tread the globe are but a handful to the tribes that slumber in its bosom.
所有踏在地球上的人滄海一粟，而睡在大地懷抱中的卻是難以計數的氏族。
Take the wings Of morning, pierce the Barcan wilderness, or lose thyself in the continuous woods where rolls the Oregon,
清晨振翅，飛越巴爾卡荒漠，抑或在連綿不斷的樹林里迷失，那里，俄勒岡河波浪滔滔，
and hears no sound save his own dashings, yet the dead are there;
除了呼嘯奔騰的聲音，什么也聽不見——但逝者在那里；
And millions in those solitudes, since first the flight of years began, have laid them down in their last sleep,
日月如梭，多少人最后長眠在那些荒僻的所在，
the dead reign there alone. So shalt thou rest, and what if thou withdraw in silence from the living, and no friend take note of thy departure?
死者是那里唯一的主宰。你也得這樣安息，要是你默默離世，沒有親友留意到你離去，又有何妨？
