As down the glen one Easter morn

在一個(gè)復(fù)活節(jié)的早晨我走下峽谷

To a city fair rode I,

我去一個(gè)城鎮(zhèn)趕集

There armed lines of marching men

In squadrons passed me by.

正在行進(jìn)中的軍隊(duì)從我身邊經(jīng)過

No pipe did hum, no battle drum

風(fēng)笛沉靜，也沒有宣戰(zhàn)的鼓聲

Did sound its loud tattoo

是什么聲音在我耳邊響起

But the Angelus' bells o'er the Liffey swells

是那祈禱的鐘聲飄過菲利河

Rang out in the foggy dew.

鐘聲穿過濃霧……

Right proudly high in Dublin town

都柏林城鎮(zhèn)尊崇正義

Hung they out a flag of war.

他們插上了戰(zhàn)爭的旗幟

'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky

若死也要死在愛爾蘭的天空下

Than at Suvla or Sud el Bar.

總好過葬身在蘇瓦灣或蘇丹、巴倍多

And from the plains of Royal Meath

于是在米斯郡王室的草原上

Strong men came hurrying through;

身強(qiáng)力壯的男人們匆匆穿過

While Brittania's Huns with their long-range guns

英國佬扛著他們的長槍坐上船

Sailed in through the foggy dew.

穿過濃霧起程……

The bravest fell, and the requiem bell

勇士倒下，挽鐘長鳴

Rang mournfully and clear

鐘聲悲哀而清脆

For those who died that Easter-tide

為了這些在復(fù)活節(jié)死去的人們

In the springing of the year.

在這年的春天

While the world did gaze with deep amaze

世界深深地震驚

At those fearless men but few

因?yàn)檫@些少數(shù)卻無畏的人們

Who bore the fight that freedom's light

這些生來就是為了自由的光輝而奮戰(zhàn)的人們

Might shine through the foggy dew.

他們的生命籠罩著層層迷霧

And back through the glen I rode again

我再次走過峽谷

And my heart with grief was sore

我憂傷的心悲痛萬分

For I parted then with valiant men

我已和那些勇敢的人們永遠(yuǎn)分離

Whom I never shall see more

我再也見不到他們

But to and fro

但是一次又一次

In my dreams I go

我在夢中出發(fā)

And I kneel and pray for you

我跪下祈禱

For slavery fled

為了被奴役的土地

Oh, glorious dead

榮耀的烈士

When you fell in the foggy dew

當(dāng)你在迷霧露珠倒下