Dear Harp of my Country! in darkness I found thee, 亲爱的竖琴我国！在黑暗中我找到了你，

The cold chain of silence had hung o'er thee long; 沉默的冷链挂了，把你你长;

When proudly, my own Island Harp! I unbound thee, 当骄傲的，我自己的岛竖琴！ í解除绑定你，

And gave all thy chords to light, freedom, and song! 并给你的一切弦光，自由，和歌曲！

   

The warm lay of love and the light tone of gladness 爱的温暖的外行和欢乐的轻音

Have waken'd thy fondest, thy liveliest thrill; 已wakend你最美好的，你的活跃的快感;

But so oft has thou echo'd the deep sigh of sadness, 但这样经常有你echod忧伤的叹息，

That e'en in thy mirth it will steal from thee still. 这得当作在你的笑声会窃取你还在。

   

Dear Harp of my Country! farewell to thy numbers. 亲爱的竖琴我国！告别你的号码。

This sweet wreath of song is the last we shall twine; 歌曲这甜蜜的花圈是最后我们将缠绕;

Go, sleep with the sunshine of Fame on thy slumbers, 去吧，睡名人堂上你沉睡的阳光，

Till touch'd by some hand less unworthy than mine. 截至touchd一些手比我的少因噎废食。

   

If the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover, 如果爱国者，士兵，或情人的脉搏，

Have throbb'd at our lay, 'tis thy glory alone; 已throbbd在我们外行，却是你的荣耀独;

I was but as the wind, passing heedlessly over, 我不过是风，通过对于不顾，

And all the wild sweetness I waked was thy own! 和所有野生的甜美，我醒来是你自己！