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The Call to Freedom 自由的召唤 Percy Bysshe Shelley 珀西•比希•雪莱 |
| From the workhouse and the prison Where pale as corpses newly risen, Women, children, young and old Groan for pain, and weep for cold - From the haunts of daily life Where is waged the daily strife With common wants and common cares Which sows the human heart with tares - Lastly from the palaces Where the murmur of distress Echoes, like the distant sound Of a wind alive around Those prison halls of wealth and fashion Where some few feel such compassion For those who groan, and toil, and wail As must make their brethren pale - Ye who suffer woes untold, Or to feel, or to be behold Your lost country bought and sold With a price of blood and gold - Let a vast assembly be, And with great solemnity Declare with measured words that ye Are, as God has made ye, free - And these words shall then become Like Oppression's thunder doom Ringing through each heart and brain, Heard again - again - again Rise like Lions after slumber In unvanquishable number - Shake your chains to earth like dew Which in sleep had fallen on you - Ye are many - they are few. |
从教养所到监狱， 有如刚刚爬起来的尸体， 面色苍白的男女老幼， 发出痛苦的呻吟,寒冷的悲泣―― 一年年，一日日， 苦苦挣扎，耗尽心力， 人们的内心一片荒芜， 忧愁无限，一贫如洗―― 从那遥远的宫墙， 传来阵阵低沉的痛惜， 就象呼呼的风声， 回荡在人们的耳际。 围城中的上流社会， 少数好人还有良知正义； 他们同情呻吟哀号的姊妹， 他们关注劳苦虚弱的兄弟。 饱受灾难的人们啊， 你们应该觉察这个秘密： 你们的祖国已被出卖， 那是用鲜血与黄金达成的交易。 举行一此盛大的集会， 气氛庄严无比， 用清淅的语言郑重宣告， 上帝的子民，自由属于你！ 这宣言有如惊雷响起， 把头上的大山轰塌在地， 它在每个人心中回荡， 一次又一次，相继不息。 起来，沉睡的雄狮， 万众一心，所向无敌！ 象抖落身上的露珠， 把枷锁挣脱抛弃； 你们人数众多，他们寥寥无几！ |
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