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LESSON 113 THE DOWNFALL OF POLAND
第一百一十三課 波蘭的陷落
O Sacred Truth! thy triumph ceased a while, and Hope, thy sister, ceased with thee to smile,
啊，神圣的真理！勝利結束有一會兒了，希望，這位姐妹也讓你不再微笑，
when leagued oppression poured to northern wars, her whiskered pandours and her fierce hussars,
當結成同盟的壓迫在北方掀起戰端，她那留著絡腮胡須的殘忍士兵和兇猛的輕騎兵，
waved her dread standard to the breeze of morn, pealed her loud drum, and twanged her trumpet horn;
她那可怕的旗幟揮在黎明的微風中揮舞，她的大鼓發出洪亮的響聲，她的號角錚錚；
Tumultuous horror brooded o'er her van, presaging wrath to Poland - and to man!
狂暴的恐怖令她的先驅部隊不安，預示著災難降臨波蘭——降臨到人民頭上！
Warsaw's last champion, from her height surveyed, wide o'er the fields a waste of ruin laid;
華沙最后的捍衛者，從高處向下看，滿目廢墟的荒野；
"O Heaven!" he cried, "my bleeding country save! Is there no hand on high to shield the brave?
“啊，天啊！”他喊道，“但愿我的鮮血能拯救國家！有沒有人振臂來阻擋勇敢的入侵者？
Yet, though destruction sweep those lovely plains, rise, fellow-men! our country yet remains!
盡管那些美麗的平原上到處斷壁殘垣，起來吧，同胞們！我們國家不會滅亡！
By that dread name, we wave the sword on high, and swear for her to live - with her to die!"
我們高高揮舞刀劍，高喊那個可怕的名字，發誓為了她而活，為了她而死！”
