在佛兰德斯战场
In Flanders Fields
约翰·麦克雷
John McCrae

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

在法兰德斯战场上 鲜花盛开
十字架之间，一排接一排
标示着我们断魂之地
但云雀依旧高歌，翱翔在蔚蓝的天上
可却难以听见，因为战场上枪炮正响

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.

我们逝去了，就在几天前
我们曾经拥有生命，沐浴曙光又见璀璨夕阳
我们爱人也为人所爱，可如今却倒在
法兰德斯战场上

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

捡起武器,继续和敌人搏斗
用那颤抖的双手,抛给你们
那明亮火炬，请你们将它高举
你们若辜负逝去的我们
我们将不会安息，尽管罂束花
盛开法兰德斯战场

在佛兰德斯战场 In Flanders Fields 约翰·麦克雷 John McCrae In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. 在法兰德斯战场上 鲜花盛开 十字架之间，一排接一排 标示着我们断魂之地 但云雀依旧高歌，翱翔在蔚蓝的天上 可却难以听见，因为战场上枪炮正响 We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie, In Flanders fields. 我们逝去了，就在几天前 我们曾经拥有生命，沐浴曙光又见璀璨夕阳 我们爱人也为人所爱，可如今却倒在 法兰德斯战场上 Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields. 捡起武器,继续和敌人搏斗 用那颤抖的双手,抛给你们 那明亮火炬，请你们将它高举 你们若辜负逝去的我们 我们将不会安息，尽管罂束花 盛开法兰德斯战场