我们仍然相信：不管如何

Oh, yet we trust that somehow good

恶最终将达到善的目的地，

         Will be the final end of ill,

不论是信仰危机、血的污迹

         To pangs of nature, sins of will,

自然的苦难和意志的罪恶；

Defects of doubt, and taints of blood;

相信天下事不走无目标之路

That nothing walks with aimless feet;

相信等到造物完工之时，

         That not one life shall be destroy'd,

没有一条性命会被丢失，

         Or cast as rubbish to the void,

被当作垃圾而投入虚无；

When God hath made the pile complete;

相信没一条虫被白白斩劈，

That not a worm is cloven in vain;

没一只飞蛾带着徒然追求

         That not a moth with vain desire

在无意义的火焰中烧皱，

         Is shrivell'd in a fruitless fire,

或是仅仅去替别人赢利。

Or but subserves another's gain.

看哪，我们任什么都不懂．

Behold, we know not anything;

我只能相信善总会降临，

         I can but trust that good shall fall

在遥远的未来，降临众生，

         At last—far off—at last, to all,

而每个冬天都将化成春风。

And every winter change to spring.

我这样梦着，但我是何人？——

So runs my dream: but what am I?

一个孩子在黑夜里哭喊，

         An infant crying in the night:

一个孩子在把光明呼唤，

         An infant crying for the light:

没有语言，而唯有哭声。

And with no language but a cry.