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。