He goes on Sunday to the church,
周日,他去教堂做禮拜,
And sits among his boys;
坐在自己孩子們中央,
He hears the parson pray and preach,
聆聽牧師莊嚴的祈禱,
He hears his daughter's voice
捕捉女兒的歡欣歌唱,
Singing in the village choir,
在鄉(xiāng)村合唱團彌撒聲里,
And it makes his heart rejoice.
他的心無比歡暢。
It sounds to him like her mother's voice singing in Paradise!
好像是母親的聲音,在伊甸園里輕輕吟唱。
He needs must think of her once more,
他肯定又想起了母親,
How in the grave she lies;
如何竟孤單躺進墳場,
And with his hard, rough hand he wipes a tear out of his eyes.
那雙硬實粗糙的大手,擦拭不盡的眼淚流淌。
Toiling, rejoicing, sorrowing,
勞累歡樂,悲哀惆悵,
Onward through life he goes;
穿梭在,歲月綿延的長廊,
Each morning sees some task begin,
晨曦中,開始新的艱苦勞作,
Each evening sees its close;
夜幕里,他以錘聲夯落收場。
Something attempted, something done,
內心充足,打好每塊鍛鐵,
Has earned a night's repose.
歲月安好,飄進每晚心靈之窗。
Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend,
衷心感謝,我的朋友,
For the lesson thou hast taught!
感謝你生動的一課,
Thus at the flaming forge of life
生活,要經歷無數(shù)次淬火;
Our fortunes must be wrought;
命運,需扭曲鍛造重撞。
Thus on its sounding anvil shaped each burning deed and thought!
那訇然滾動的鐵砧上,才能升華起熾熱行為,還有思想。