Ring Out, Wild Bells
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light:
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.
Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow:
The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Ring out the grief that saps the mind
For those that here we see no more;
Ring out the feud of rich and poor,
Ring in redress to all mankind.
Ring out a slowly dying cause,
And ancient forms of party strife;
Ring in the nobler modes of life,
With sweeter manners, purer laws.
Ring out the want, the care, the sin,
The faithless coldness of the times;
Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes
But ring the fuller minstrel in.
Ring out false pride in place and blood,
The civic slander and the spite;
Ring in the love of truth and right,
Ring in the common love of good.
Ring out old shapes of foul disease;
Ring out the narrowing lust of gold;
Ring out the thousand wars of old,
Ring in the thousand years of peace.
Ring in the valiant man and free,
The larger heart, the kindlier hand ; Ring out the darkness of the land,
Ring in the Christ that is to be.
敲响，狂野的钟声，向著狂野的苍穹，
飞舞的云彩，冰冷的光芒：
一年正在夜色中死去；
敲响，狂野的钟声，让它安息。
响起旧时，响起新生，
敲响，欢快的钟声，穿越雪野：
一年在离去，让它离去；
响起虚伪，响起真实。
响起因离别而伤心的哀思，
为那些我们再也无法见到的人；
敲响富与贫的仇恨，
响起给所有人的补偿。
响起一个缓慢消亡的事业，
和古老的党派纷争；
响起更崇高的生活方式，
拥有更甜美的风俗，更纯洁的法律。
响起缺乏，焦虑，罪孽，
这时代无信仰的冷漠；
敲响，敲响我的悲伤韵律，
但请响起更丰富的吟游诗人。
响起虚伪的权势和血统的傲慢，
公民的诽谤和恶意；
响起对真理和正义的热爱，
响起对善的共同热爱。
响起那些丑陋疾病的旧形态；
敲响越来越狭隘的贪婪；
响起千年前的千万场战争，
响起千年的和平。
响起那位勇敢而自由的人，
更宽广的心灵，更善良的手；
响起这片土地的黑暗，
响起那将来临的基督。