海盗（三） (3-2)

Its hope awaken and Its spirit soar?

No dread of death if with us die our foes -

Save that it seems even duller than repose:

Come when it will - we snatch the life of life - -

When lost - what recks it but disease or strife?

Let him who crawls enamour'd of decay, 

Cling to his couch, and sicken years away:

Heave his thick breath, and shake his palsied head;

Ours - the fresh turf; and not the feverish bed.

While gasp by gasp he falters forth his soul,

Ours with one pang - one bound - escapes control.

His corse may boast its urn and narrow cave,

And they who loath'd his life may gild his grave:

Ours are the tears, though few, sincerely shed,

When Ocean shrouds and sepulchres our dead.

For us, even banquets fond regret supply

In the red cup that crowns our memory;

And the brief epitaph in danger's day, 

When those who win at length divide the prey,

And cry, Remembrance saddening o'er each brow,

How had the brave who fell exulted now!-

在暗蓝色的海上，海水在欢快地飞溅，

我们的心如此自由，思绪辽远无边。

凡长风吹拂之所、凡海波翻卷之处，不可谓之不广。

量一量我们的版图，看一看我们的家邦！

这全是我们的帝国，权力及于一切，

我们的旗帜就是王杖，所遇莫敢不从。

我们野性的生涯，在喧嚣中延伸，

从劳作到休息，尽皆欢乐之时辰。

这美境谁能体会？绝非汝娇养之奴辈！

汝之灵魂对着汹涌的波浪就会退缩。

更非汝等淫靡安逸虚荣之贵族！

睡眠不能抚慰汝，欢乐不能感染汝。

谁知道那乐趣，除非他的心灵受过创痛的洗礼，

而又在广阔的海洋上骄傲地翱翔过，

那狂喜之感——那脉搏畅快的跳动，

这只有绝境求生的漂泊者才能体会。

为这快乐，我们迎向战斗；

为这快乐，我们享受着冒险。

凡是懦夫躲避的，我们反热烈追寻，

那使衰弱的人晕绝的，我们反而感到——

感到在我们博大胸怀的最深处

希望在苏醒，精灵在翱翔。

我们不畏死亡——宁愿与敌人战死一处，

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