维克多·雨果
What matter it though life uncertain be to all?
What though its goal be never reached?
What though it fall and flee—
Have we not each a soul?
Be like the bird that on a bough too frail
To bear him gaily swings.
He carols though the slender branches fail—
He knows he has wings!
何必去管它,人生总是无常?
有什么关系壮志难成?
何必计较蹉跌与败逃——
我們岂不是各自都有灵魂?
像那鸟儿在柔弱的枝梢,
经不起它欢乐地跳跃;
虽然那细枝折断了,它仍歌唱——
它自知有翅膀!endprint