Tell me not in mournful numbers, 请别用哀伤的诗句对我讲;
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers 因为沉睡的灵魂如死一般,
And things are not what they seem. 事物的表里并不一样。
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art , to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.
Not enjoyment , and not sorrow, 我们的归宿并不是快乐,
Is our destined and our way;
Find us farther than to-day.
Art is long , and time is fleeting. 光阴易逝,而艺海无涯,
And our hearts , though stout and brave. 我们的心哪——虽然勇敢坚强,
Still , like muffled drums , are beating
Funeral marches to the grave。
In the world’s broad field of battle,
Be not like dumb,driven cattle!
Trust no future.howe’er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act,act in the living Present!
Let us,then,be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving,still pursuing
Learn to labour and to wait.