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My Homeland, My Dear Homeland
祖国啊，我亲爱的祖国
I am an old, broken-down water-wheel by your river bank,
我是你河边上破旧的老水车，
Creaking out my weary songs for hundreds of years:
数百年来纺着疲惫的歌；
I am the smoke-blackened miner’s lamp on your forehead,
我是你额上熏黑的矿灯，
Lighting your way in the underground tunnel of history;
照你在历史的隧洞里蜗行摸索；
I am the blighted rice sprout, the ill-kept highway;
我是干瘪的稻穗；是失修的路基；
The barge grounded on the shoals
是淤滩上的驳船
Its towline cut more deeply into
把纤绳深深
The flesh of your shoulders.
勒进你的肩膊，
O my homeland!
——祖国啊！
I am poverty.
我是贫困，
I am sorrow.
我是悲哀，
I am your pained hope
我是你祖祖辈辈
Generation after generation
痛苦的希望啊，
Flowers from the sleeves of flying apsaras, *
是“飞天”袖间
Not touching the earth for eons.
千百年来未落到地面的花朵；
O my motherland!
——祖国啊！
I am your newest ideal
我是你簇新的理想，
Lately freed from the web of myth;
刚从神话的蛛网里挣脱；
I am your lotus seed germinating beneath the snow quilt.
我是你雪被下古莲的胚芽；
Your tear-stained dimples.
我是你挂着眼泪的笑涡；
I am the freshly-painted starting line,
我是新刷出的雪白的起跑线；
The crimson dawn
是绯红的黎明
That’s bursting forth.
正在喷薄；
O my homeland!
——祖国啊！
I am one of your ten-thousand millions,
我是你十亿分之一，
The sum total of your nine-million-six-hundred-thousand square kilometers.
是你九百六十万平方的总和；
With your bosom covered with wounds
你以伤痕累累的乳房
You nourish me,
喂养了
I who am bewildered, thoughtful, and ready to erupt.
迷惘的我，深思的我，沸腾的我；
Now receive
那就从我的血肉之躯上
From my flesh and blood
去取得
Your riches, your glory, and your liberty.
你的富饶，你的荣光，你的自由；
O my homeland,
——祖国啊，
My dear homeland.
我亲爱的祖国！
