高聲打鬥的確勇敢,
但我知道,勇士,
挺胸衝刺,
才是可怕的騎士。
誰贏,國家不見,
誰跌倒,沒人觀察,
那些垂死的眼睛,國家
不當作愛國者的愛。
我們相信,慶祝遊行中,
天使冠羽出現,
一排又一排,有平腳,
有制服雪白。
(老哈譯,2019.8.1前)
TO fight aloud is very brave,
But gallanter, I know,
Who charge within the boso
The cavalry of woe.
Who win, and nations do not see,
Who fall, and none observe,
Whose dying eyes no country
Regards with patriot love.
We trust, in plumed procession,
For such the angels go,
Rank after rank, with even feet
And uniforms of snow.
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