One struggle More, and I Am free
只要再挣扎一下

One struggle more, and I am free
From pangs that rend my heart in twain；
One last long sigh to love and thee，
Then back to busy life again.
It suits me well to mingle now
With things that never pleased before！
Though every joy is fled below，
What future grief can touch me more?

只要再挣扎一下，我就自由了
内心阵阵撕裂的痛苦；
最后一次向你和爱情长叹，
我就要重回到自己忙碌的生活中去，
与过去不喜欢的事物融在一起，
我现在无所谓了
纵使所有的欢乐逝去，
还有哪些未来的悲伤能让我心动？

Then bring me wine, the banquet bring；
Man was not form'd to live alone：
I'll be that fight, unmeaning thing
That smiles with all, and weeps with none.
It was not thus in days more dear，
It never would have been, but thou
Hast fled, and left me lonely here；
Thou'rt nothing—all are nothing now.

In vain my lyre would lightly breathe！
The smile that sorrow fain would wear
But mocks the woe that lurks beneath
Like roses o'er a sepulchre.
Though gay companions o'er the bowl
Dispel awhile the sense of ill：
Though pleasure fires the maddening soul,
The heart, —the heart is lonely still！

把酒拿来，摆上盛宴，
人不是为了孤独而造：
我要做个卑微的无意义的东西
随众人欢笑，却独自一人哭泣。
在快乐些的日子里我不这样，
我永远不会这样，但是你
逝去了，把我孤独地丢在这里：
没有你——一切都没有意义。

我的竖琴徒劳地轻叹！
覆盖在忧伤上的笑容
就像坟墓上的玫瑰，
嘲讽着隐藏在下面的悲哀。
尽管席间有快乐的同伴
暂时把忧愁的思绪驱除：
尽管快乐将粗暴的灵魂点燃，
这颗心——依然孤独！