从前自由神坐在高山上，

Of old sat Freedom on the heights,

惊雷声炸响在她的脚底；

The thunders breaking at her feet;

她头上颤动着星斗之光，

Above her shook the starry lights;

她听见湍流在相激。

She heard the torrents meet.

她在那个位置上很高兴，

There in her place she did rejoice,

远见使得她豪情满胸怀；

Self-gather'd in her prophet-mind,

只有她几声洪亮的嗓音

But fragments of her mighty voice

隆隆地在风中传来。

Came rolling on the wind.

她下山穿过城市和乡村，

Then stept she down thro' town and field

为了要掺和在人类中间；

To mingle with the human race,

随后就逐步逐步向人们

And part by part to men reveal'd

显露出她整个的脸——

The fullness of her face —

这壮丽事业的庄严母亲

Grave mother of majestic works,

从她那祭坛之岛上俯望；

From her isle-altar gazing down,

她手握三叉雷霆像天神，

Who, Godlike, grasps the triple forks,

头戴着冠冕像女王。

And, king-like, wears the crown.

她睁大着眼睛要看真理，

Her open eyes desire the truth.

两眼中含着千年的智慧。

The wisdom of a thousand years

愿青春永远留驻她眼里，

Is in them. May perpetual youth

让目光永不沾泪水。

Keep dry their light from tears;

愿她的英姿屹立放光焰，

That her fair form may stand and shine,

照亮我们的梦想和时世；

Make bright our days and light our dreams,

她侧眼冷对谬误的极端，

Turning to scorn with lips divine

丰唇边流露出蔑视。

The falsehood of extremes!