富兰德尔战地----一战著名的诗篇

In Flanders field  John McCrae

In Flanders fields the poppies blow

Between the crosses, row on row,

That mark our place; and in the sky

The larks, still bravely singing, fly

Scarce heard amid the guns below.

富兰德尔罂粟开，十字架间排又排，

长眠之地天空上，云雀飞翔勇歌唱，

弹雨难掩歌声哀。

We are the Dead. Short days ago

We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,

Loved and were loved, and now we lie,

In Flanders fields.

转瞬吾已落尘埃，倒下之时望云海，

爱恨攸见红日远，富兰德尔罂粟开。

Take up our quarrel with the foe:

To you from failing hands we throw

The torch; be yours to hold it high.

If ye break faith with us who die

We shall not sleep, though poppies grow

In Flanders fields.

拿起弓箭让敌骇，拾起火炬映天白；

吾已倒下汝奋起，汝若彷徨志不坚，

罂粟花下吾不眠，富兰德尔罂粟开。