Of old sat Freedom on the heights,

从前自由神坐在高山上，

The thunders breaking at her feet;

惊雷声炸响在她的脚底；

Above her shook the starry lights;

她头上颤动着星斗之光，

She heard the torrents meet.

她听见湍流在相激。

There in her place she did rejoice,

她在那个位置上很高兴，

Self-gather'd in her prophet-mind,

远见使得她豪情满胸怀；

But fragments of her mighty voice

只有她几声洪亮的嗓音

Came rolling on the wind.

隆隆地在风中传来。

Then stept she down thro' town and field

她下山穿过城市和乡村，

To mingle with the human race,

为了要掺和在人类中间；

And part by part to men reveal'd

随后就逐步逐步向人们

The fullness of her face —

显露出她整个的脸——

Grave mother of majestic works,

这壮丽事业的庄严母亲

From her isle-altar gazing down,

从她那祭坛之岛上俯望；

Who, Godlike, grasps the triple forks,

她手握三叉雷霆像天神，

And, king-like, wears the crown.

头戴着冠冕像女王。

Her open eyes desire the truth.

她睁大着眼睛要看真理，

The wisdom of a thousand years

两眼中含着千年的智慧。

Is in them. May perpetual youth

愿青春永远留驻她眼里，

Keep dry their light from tears;

让目光永不沾泪水。

That her fair form may stand and shine,

愿她的英姿屹立放光焰，

Make bright our days and light our dreams,

照亮我们的梦想和时世；

Turning to scorn with lips divine

她侧眼冷对谬误的极端，

The falsehood of extremes!

丰唇边流露出蔑视。