《孤独》——埃拉·惠勒·威尔科克斯
你笑，这世界和你一起笑；
你哭，却只能一个人哭。
因为古老而悲伤的大地必须注入欢乐，
它自身的麻烦已经足够多。
你歌唱，群山呼应你的歌唱；
你叹息，叹息便消失在空气里。
只有快乐的声音能得到回应，
而忧虑的声音却不能。
你高兴，人们会与你相随；
你悲伤，人们便转身离去。
人们愿意分享你所有的喜悦，
但不需要你的痛苦。
你快乐，就会拥有很多朋友；
你难过，就会失去所有的朋友。
没人会拒绝你的美酒，
但生活的苦水，你必须独自饮下。
你设宴，便会宾客盈门；
你禁食，便会与这世界擦肩而过。
成功和慷慨有助于你的生，
但没有人能够挽救你的死。
欢乐的殿堂能容下
一节长长的豪华火车，
而那狭长而充满痛苦的通道
我们却必须独自穿过。
Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone.
For the sad old earth must borrow it's mirth,
But has trouble enough of its own.
Sing, and the hills will answer;
Sigh, it is lost on the air.
The echoes bound to a joyful sound,
But shrink from voicing care.
Rejoice, and men will seek you;
Grieve, and they turn and go.
They want full measure of all your pleasure,
But they do not need your woe.
Be glad, and your friends are many;
Be sad, and you lose them all.
There are none to decline your nectared wine,
But alone you must drink life's gall.
Feast, and your halls are crowded;
Fast, and the world goes by.
Succeed and give, and it helps you live,
But no man can help you die.
There is room in the halls of pleasure
For a long and lordly train,
But one by one we must all file on
Through the narrow aisles of pain.
你哭，却只能一个人哭。
因为古老而悲伤的大地必须注入欢乐，
它自身的麻烦已经足够多。
你歌唱，群山呼应你的歌唱；
你叹息，叹息便消失在空气里。
只有快乐的声音能得到回应，
而忧虑的声音却不能。
你高兴，人们会与你相随；
你悲伤，人们便转身离去。
人们愿意分享你所有的喜悦，
但不需要你的痛苦。
你快乐，就会拥有很多朋友；
你难过，就会失去所有的朋友。
没人会拒绝你的美酒，
但生活的苦水，你必须独自饮下。
你设宴，便会宾客盈门；
你禁食，便会与这世界擦肩而过。
成功和慷慨有助于你的生，
但没有人能够挽救你的死。
欢乐的殿堂能容下
一节长长的豪华火车，
而那狭长而充满痛苦的通道
我们却必须独自穿过。
Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone.
For the sad old earth must borrow it's mirth,
But has trouble enough of its own.
Sing, and the hills will answer;
Sigh, it is lost on the air.
The echoes bound to a joyful sound,
But shrink from voicing care.
Rejoice, and men will seek you;
Grieve, and they turn and go.
They want full measure of all your pleasure,
But they do not need your woe.
Be glad, and your friends are many;
Be sad, and you lose them all.
There are none to decline your nectared wine,
But alone you must drink life's gall.
Feast, and your halls are crowded;
Fast, and the world goes by.
Succeed and give, and it helps you live,
But no man can help you die.
There is room in the halls of pleasure
For a long and lordly train,
But one by one we must all file on
Through the narrow aisles of pain.
