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And to light the noisy choir, lit the fly his lamp of fire. I was monarch: pomp and joy waited on the barefoot boy!
為了讓雜亂的唱詩班熠熠生輝，就讓飛蠅點(diǎn)亮它的火把。我是君王：張揚(yáng)又快樂，只待那赤腳男孩！
Cheerily, then, my little man, live and laugh, as boyhood can!
我的小大人，活得快樂，整天笑哈哈，只有童年才會這樣！
Though the flinty slopes be hard, Stubble-speared the new-mown sward,
盡管燧石坡難行，新刈過的草地上還有殘莖，
Every morning shall lead thee through fresh baptisms of the dew;
每天早上帶你穿過草地的是剛剛洗禮的露珠；
Every evening from thy feet shall the cool wind kiss the heat:
每天晚上從你腳下流過的是能帶走暑熱的涼風(fēng)；
All too soon these feet must hide in the prison cells of pride, lose the freedom of the sod,
在監(jiān)獄引以為傲的囚室里那些人的腳藏得太快，愚笨的人失去了自由，
Like a colt's for work be shod, made to tread the mills of toil, up and down in ceaseless moil.
踏進(jìn)那辛苦勞作的磨坊，在無休無止忙碌中上上下下。
Happy if their track be found Never on forbidden ground; Happy if they sink not in quick and treacherous sands of sin.
要是他們足跡被發(fā)現(xiàn)，快樂就決不會在被禁止的土地上出現(xiàn)，幸虧他們沒有踩進(jìn)充滿罪惡感的靠不住的流沙里。
Ah! that thou shouldst know thy joy, Ere it passes, barefoot boy!
哎！你應(yīng)該曉得你的歡樂，就在它逝去之前，赤腳男孩！
