Earth has not anything to show more fair:

大地再没有比这儿更美的风貌：

Dull would he be of soul who could pass by

若有谁，对如此壮丽动人的景物

A sight so touching in its majesty:

竟无动于衷，那才是灵魂麻木；

This City now doth, like a garment, wear

瞧这座城市，像披上一领新袍，

The beauty of the morning; silent, bare,

披上了明艳的晨光；环顾周遭：

Ships, towers, domes, theaters, and temples lie

船舶，尖塔，剧院，教堂，华屋，

Open unto the fields, and to the sky;

都寂然、坦然，向郊野、向天穹赤露，

All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.

在烟尘未染的大气里粲然闪耀。

Never did sun more beautifully steep

旭日金挥洒布于峡谷山陵，

In his first splendor, valley, rock, or hill;

也不比这片晨光更为奇丽；

Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!

我何尝见过、感受过这深沉的宁静！

The river glideth at his own sweet will:

河上徐流，由着自己的心意；

Dear God! the very houses seem asleep;

上帝呵！千门万户都沉睡未醒，

And all that mighty heart is lying still!

这整个宏大的心脏仍然在歇息！