The armaments which thunder—strike the walls
Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake,
And monarchs tremble in their capitals,
The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make
Their clay creator the vain title take
Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war;
These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake,
They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar
Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.

Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee—
Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what are they?
Thy waters washed them power while they were free,
And many a tyrant since: their shores obey
The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay
Has dried up realms to deserts:—not so thou,
Unchangeable save to thy wild waves'play—
Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow—
Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.

武器雷鸣般轰击石城的围墙，
让整个国家心惊胆战，
君王们在他们的首府里战栗，
橡木造的庞然大物，它巨大的船架
曾使它泥制的造物主获得了成为你的主人的虚名，
解决战争纠纷的主人，
这些是你的玩具，像雪花一样，
它们都溶进你波涛的泡沫里，你能破坏
阿马达的光荣，或是特拉法尔加的毁坏。

你的岸上是帝国，如今已是面目全非，只有你没有改变——
亚述，希腊，罗马，迦太基，它们是谁？
当它们自由之时，你的波涛涤尽它们的力量，
之后多少暴君；它们的海岸臣服于
异族人，奴隶或者野蛮人；它们的腐败
让国土变为沙漠；但你却不同——
你那狂暴的波涛不曾改变，
在你碧蓝的额头，时间没有留下皱纹，
从造物主的黎明开始，你翻滚到现在。

Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form
Glasses itself in tempests; in all time,
Calm or convulsed—in breeze, or gale, or storm,
Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime,
Dark-heaving; —boundless, endless, and sublime—
The image of eternity—the throne
Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime
The monsters of the deep are made; each zone
Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.

你这荣耀的镜子，造物主的形象
在暴风雨中反射出来；在所有时刻，
平静或骚乱，和风或狂风，
冰冻的极地或炎热的气候，
幽暗，起伏；——无界，无尽而庄严，
你永恒的形象，是无形的王座，
甚至深海里的怪兽，也用你的淤泥造成，
每片土地都臣服于你；
你一直向前，可怕、深不可测、孤独。

And I have loved thee, ocean! and my joy
Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be
Borne, like thy bubbles, onward: from a boy
I wanton'd with thy breakers—they to me
Were a delight; and if the freshening sea
Made them a terror—t'was a pleasing fear,
For I was as it were a child of thee,
And trusted to thy billows far and near,
And laid my hand upon thy mane—as I do here.

我一直爱着你，大海！
青春运动的活力来自于你的胸膛，
像你的水泡，一直向前：从儿时起
我与你的波浪嬉戏——对我来说
那是一种快乐；而如果清澈的海
把它们变成恐惧——那也是一种愉快的恐惧，
因为我就像它一样是你的孩子，
信任你远处近处的波涛，
把我的手放在你的鬃毛上——就像现在这样。