In Flanders Fields
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.
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.
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.
在佛兰德斯战场,罂粟花随风飘荡
一行又一行,绽放在殇者的十字架之间,
那是我们的战场。而天空
云雀依然在勇敢地歌唱,展翅
歌声湮没在连天的炮火里
此刻,我们已然罹难。倏忽之前,
我们还一起生活着,感受晨曦,仰望落日
我们爱过,一如我们曾被爱过。而今,我们长眠
在佛兰德斯战场……
继续战斗吧
请你从我们低垂的手中接过火炬,
让它的光辉,照亮血色的疆场
若你背弃了与逝者的盟约
我们将永不瞑目。纵使罂粟花依旧绽放
他们像骑士一样地战斗,
但他们像动物一样被屠杀,
像苍蝇一样死亡。
第一次世界大战