山岗上空云雀的鸣叫已远在身后；

The skylarks are far behind that sang over the down;

我再也听不见郊外的那些夜莺；

I can hear no more those suburb nightingales;

城镇花园中画眉和乌鸫徒劳地

Thrushes and blackbirds sing in the gardens of the town

歌唱：人、畜、机器的噪音充斥着。

In vain: the noise of man, beast, and machine prevails.

但陌生街道上孩子们的叫喊

But the call of children in the unfamiliar streets

应和着熟悉的暮色回荡着，

That echo with a familiar twilight echoing,

甜美如夜莺或云雀的啼鸣，完成了

Sweet as the voice of nightingale or lark, completes

一个奇异欢迎式的魔法，我仿佛国王

A magic of strange welcome, so that I seem a king

置身于人、畜、机器、鸟、孩子以及

Among man, beast, machine, bird, child, and the ghost

在回声中活、因回声死的幽灵之间。

That in the echo lives and with the echo dies.

没有朋友的小镇却如此友好；无家可归，却不会迷失；

The friendless town is friendly; homeless, I am not lost;

尽管这些家门我一无相识，所见全是陌生的眼睛。

Though I know none of these doors, and meet but strangers' eyes.

也许明天以后，我再也见不到

Never again, perhaps, after to-morrow, shall

这寻常的街道，灯火通明的教堂窗户，

I see these homely streets, these church windows alight,

以及身在其中的男人、女人和孩子：

Not a man or woman or child among them all:

但这是众友之夜，一个旅人的良夜。

But it is All Friends' Night, a traveller's good-night.