LESSON 50 On the downfall of Poland

第五十课 哀波兰

Oh, sacred Truth! thy triumph ceased a while,

哦，神圣的真理!你的胜利暂停了一切，

And Hope, thy sister, ceased with thee to smile,

你的姊妹，希望，也同你一道停止了微笑。

When leagued Oppression poured to Northern wars

当联合压迫注入到北方战争时，

Her whiskered pandoors and her fierce hussars;

她那留着胡须的残忍的士兵和她激烈的轻骑兵;

Waved her dread standard to the breeze of morn

挥舞着她的恐惧在这早晨的微风中，

Pealed her loud drum, and twanged her trumpet born:

凝视她的大声响的鼓，拨动她那刚出世的小号：

Tumultuous Horror brooded o'er her van;

动荡的恐惧目不转睛地飘过她的货车;

Presaging wrath to Poland—and to man!

预示对波兰——和波兰人的愤怒!

Warsaw's last champion from her height surveyed

这是华沙最后胜利从她的高度调查看来，

Wide o'er the fields a waste of ruin laid:

越过田野就是一片废墟的垃圾堆：

"O Heaven!" he cried, "my bleeding country save!

“天啊！”他哭喊道：“我要保住我那正在流血的国家！

Is there no hand on high to shield the brave?

有没有一双手来保护这些勇士呀？

Yet, though Destruction sweep those lovely plains,

然而，尽管这场大破坏横扫那些可爱的平原，

Rise, fellow-men! our country yet remains!

崛起吧，同胞们！我国还没有崛起呢！

By that dread name we wave the sword on high!

在那可怕的名字面前，我们高高地挥舞着我们的剑！

And swear for her to live!—with her to die!"

并向她发誓！——与她同生共死！”

He said; and on the rampart-heights arrayed

他说，在这高高排列的城墙上；

His trusty warriors,—few, but undismayed;

他信赖的那些勇士们——虽然很少，但却镇定自若；

Firm-paced, and slow, a horrid front they form,

迈着缓慢而又坚定地步伐，他们在前面正形成一个令人恐惧的队伍，

Still as the breeze, but dreadful as the storm;

微风依然柔和，但风暴却十分可怕；

Low, murmuring sounds along their banners fly,

低沉地在那飘扬的国旗自言自语，

"Revenge or death!"—the watchword and reply;

“复仇或死亡！”这口号在一直回复着；

Then pealed the notes, omnipotent to charm,

随后奏出的音符，蕴含着无所不能的魅力，

And the loud tocsin tolled their last alarm!

那响亮的警钟敲响了最后的报警声。