世界充满上帝的辉煌。

The world is charged with the grandeur of God.

        它会熠跃，如抖动的锡箔的闪烁；

 It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;

        它汇集为一种伟大，如压榨的油

 It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil

渗流。那为什么现在人们不在意他的权杖？

Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?

世世代代践踏，践踏，践踏；

Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;

        一切都被交易灼焦；因劳苦而暗矇、

 And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;

                污脏；

 And wears man's smudge and shares man's smell: the soil

        并带着人的污迹分享人的气味：

Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.

                泥土；

今已荡然无存，被穿上鞋，脚也不再感觉。

And for all this, nature is never spent;

 There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;

而对所有这一切，自然从不耗竭；

And though the last lights off the black West went

        事物深入之处生存着最可贵的新鲜；

 Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs —

而虽然最后的光从黑色的西方出离而去

Because the Holy Ghost over the bent

        哦，清晨，在东方棕色的边沿，跃出——

 World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.

因为高居弯弧之上的神圣之灵

        世界孵育以温暖的胸房和啊！

                明亮的翅欲。

世界充满着上帝的壮丽。

它将突然火焰升腾，像光来自抖动的金箔；

它向着一种伟大聚集，像油的渗流

被榨出。为什么如今人却不在意他的责打？