The anguish of the earth absolves our eyes
Till beauty shines in all that we can see.
War is our scourge; yet war has made us wise,
And, fighting for our freedom, we are free.
Horror of wounds and anger at the foe,
And loss of things desired; all these must pass.
We are the happy legion, for we know
Time's but a golden wind that shakes the grass.
There was an hour when we were loth to part
From life we longed to share no less than others.
Now, having claimed this heritage of heart,
What need we more, my comrades and my brothers?
地球上的苦恼宣告了我们的眼睛无罪
直到美丽照耀在我们能看到的
战争是我们的祸根，但是他让我们明智
为我们的自由而战，我们是自由的
伤者的恐惧和对仇敌的愤怒
失去的事物期望的，所有必须通过
我们是快乐的民族
时间是一个黄金的风摇动草
有一个时刻我们要分开
从某个时刻我们希望分享没有比别人更少
现在，声称这是心的遗产
什么更需要我们？
是同志还是兄弟。
