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[cp]我没有怨恨，上帝啊，我并没有怨恨，

我看着我两个强壮的儿子走出家门，

他们和另一些人为推翻强权，

参与为光荣的流血斗争，为之死亡。

他们会被他们的人民传颂，

世世代代都将铭记他们，

称他们得福；

但我在漫漫长夜中

对我的心脏称呼他们的名字。

那小巧的名字曾经徘徊在

我干枯的壁炉前。

上帝啊，你对母亲们施加苦难，

我们因他们的出生和死亡而痛苦，

尽然我没有怨恨，但我筋疲力尽，

因我巨大的忧伤——但我也有我的喜悦，

为我儿子们的忠诚，为他们曾经抗争。

I do not grudge them: Lord, I do not grudge

My two strong sons that I have seen go out

To break their strength and die, they and a few,

In bloody protest for a glorious thing,

They shall be spoken of among their people,

The generations shall remember them,

And call them blessed;

But I will speak their names to my own heart

In the long nights;

The little names that were familiar once

Round my dead hearth.

Lord, thou art hard on mothers:

We suffer in their coming and their going;

And tho’ I grudge them not, I weary, weary

Of the long sorrow – And yet I have my joy:

My sons were faithful, and they fought.

——帕特里克·亨利·皮尔斯《母亲》

@哈德曼_Patricius /译[/cp]

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