有一个词

有一个词

词里藏剑

能刺穿手持武器之人——

它抛出锋利的音节

又再度沉默——

被拯救的人会说出

它在哪里倒下

在爱国日，

某个佩戴肩章的弟兄

停止了呼吸。

无论悄无声息的太阳在何处奔跑——

无论白日在何处漫步——

它在发动无声的进攻——

它获得胜利！

看啊，这最敏锐的神枪手！

最精准的一射！

时间最崇高的目标

是被“遗忘”的灵魂！

There is a word

There is a word

Which bears a sword

Can pierce an armed man—

It hurls its barbed syllables

And is mute again—

But where it fell

The saved will tell

On patriotic day,

Some epauletted Brother

Gave his breath away.

Wherever runs the breathless sun—

Wherever roams the day—

There is its noiseless onset—

There is its victory!

Behold the keenest marksman!

The most accomplished shot!

Time’s sublimest target

Is a soul “forgot!”