Bent¹ double, like old beggars under sacks,

Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,

Till on the haunting flares² we turned our backs,

And towards our distant rest began to trudge³.

Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,

But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame⁴, all blind;

Drunk with fatigue⁵; deaf even to the hoots⁶

Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.

把身子扳弯，像个包袱底下的老叫花子

膝外翻，像个老太婆一样地咳嗽，我们在污泥之中咒诅，

直到那不祥的照明弹出现，我们转过背去

开始朝着我方休整兵营跋涉。

人们半睡半醒地行进。许多人丢了靴子

却仍步履蹒跚，血流不止地走。都瘸了；都瞎了；

累晕了；聋得都听不到弹片飞鸣，

在刚刚走过的地方掉下的沉重的五九炮弹。

Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! - An ecstay of fumbling⁷,

Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,

But someone still was yelling out and stumbling

And floundering like a man in fire or lime. -

Dim through the misty⁸ panes⁹ and thick green light

As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

氯气弹！氯气弹！快跑啊，兄弟们！——一阵疯狂的折腾，

及时地把粗劣的面具带上了；

但是有些人还在喊叫，跌跌撞撞，

像是在火焰或是消石灰之中苦苦挣扎……

黑暗，透过雾蒙蒙的镜片和浓绿的亮光，

像在绿色之海下面，我看见他在溺亡。

In all my dreams before my helpless sight

He plunges¹⁰ at me, guttering¹¹, choking, drowning.

在我的迷梦中，在我无助的视线前，

他投向我，奄奄一息，呛溺。

If in some smothering¹² dreams, you too could pace

Behind the wagon¹³ that we flung him in,

And watch the white eyes writhing¹⁴ in his face,

His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;

If you could hear, at every jolt¹⁵, the blood

Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,

Bitter as the cud

of vile¹⁶, incurable¹⁷ sores on innocent tongues, -

My friend, you would not tell with such high zest¹⁸

To children ardent¹⁹ for some desperate glory,

The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est Pro²⁰ patria mori.

假使是在一个窒息的梦里，你也可以跟随

在我们将他装进去的车的后面，

看着他脸上苍白的眼睛扭动，

他那如绞死般的面容，像是魔鬼的罪恶之病；

假使你能听见，当每一次的颠簸，血

从肺泡破碎的肺叶中流出，在嘴里发出漱口的声音，

如癌症般猥琐，苦得像是难咽的反刍物，

不治的疮在无罪的舌头上，

我的朋友，你就不会如此热情地传讲

古老的谎言：为国捐躯，

甘美而合宜。