今晚的大海一片寂静。

The sea is calm tonight.

海浪饱满，明月的光辉

The tide is full, the moon lies fair

照彻海峡。法国海岸的灯火

Upon the straits; on the French coast, the light

生了又灭；英国海岸，危岩耸立，

Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand,

广袤的微光，在宁静的海湾隐匿。

Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.

来到窗边吧，享用这温柔的夜晚空气。

Come to the window, sweet is the night-air!

悠长的海浪，只有当它

Only, from the long line of spray

遭遇月光漂白的陆地，

Where the sea meets the moon-blanched land,

听，你才能听到刺耳的呼唳：

海浪掠取卵石，凌空抛起，

Listen! you hear the grating roar

又掷回到远处的海滩，

Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling,

躁动，止息，又一次躁动，

At their return, up the high strand,

战栗的、漫长的节拍，带来

Begin, and cease, and then again begin,

永恒的悲戚。

With tremulous cadence slow, and bring

The eternal note of sadness in.

曾几何时，索福克勒斯

在爱琴海岸听闻这浪声，

Sophocles long ago

潮起潮落，令他感叹

Heard it on the Aegean, and it brought

多少人类的不幸；今夜的

Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow

水声也让我们沉思，

Of human misery; we

遥远的北海，浪涛拍岸。

Find also in the sound a thought,

Hearing it by this distant northern sea.

信仰之海

曾经的充盈，在地球的海滨

The Sea of Faith

如锦带，一路铺展。

Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore

可如今，我只听到它

Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled.

撤离的尾声，忧郁，冗长，

But now I only hear

夜风中的

Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar,

消逝，在荒凉的海角，

Retreating, to the breath

在赤裸的天涯。

Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear

And naked shingles of the world.

啊，爱人，让我们真心相见，

诚待你与我！因为这个世界

Ah, love, let us be true

一如梦幻，横亘在面前，

To one another! for the world, which seems

如此丰富，如此新奇，如此灿烂，

To lie before us like a land of dreams,

却没有欢乐，没有光，也没有爱，

So various, so beautiful, so new,

没有确定，没有和平，痛苦未能消减；

Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,

而我们在这里，在漆黑的莽原，

Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;

警世之声让我们惶然——这挣扎，这溃散，

And we are here as on a darkling plain

这无知的兵卒，在暗夜杀伐不断。

Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,

Where ignorant armies clash by night.