祖國(guó)啊，我親愛(ài)的祖國(guó)

　　舒婷

　　我是你河邊上破舊的老水車，

　　數(shù)百年來(lái)紡著疲憊的歌;

　　我是你額上熏黑的礦燈，

　　照你在歷史的隧洞里蝸行摸索;

　　我是干癟的稻穗;是失修的路基;

　　是淤灘上的駁船

　　把纖繩深深

　　勒進(jìn)你的肩膊，

　　——祖國(guó)啊!

　　我是貧困，

　　我是悲哀，

　　我是你祖祖輩輩

　　痛苦的希望啊，

　　是“飛天”袖間

　　千百年來(lái)未落到地面的花朵;

　　——祖國(guó)啊!

　　我是你簇新的理想，

　　剛從神話的蛛網(wǎng)里掙脫;

　　我是你雪被下古蓮的胚芽;

　　我是你掛著眼淚的笑渦;

　　我是新刷出的雪白的起跑線;

　　是緋紅的黎明

　　正在噴薄;

　　——祖國(guó)啊!

　　我是你十億分之一，

　　是你九百六十萬(wàn)平方的總和;

　　你以傷痕累累的乳房

　　喂養(yǎng)了

　　迷惘的我，深思的我，沸騰的我;

　　那就從我的血肉之軀上

　　去取得

　　你的富饒，你的榮光，你的自由;

　　——祖國(guó)啊，

　　我親愛(ài)的祖國(guó)!

　　My Homeland, My Dear Homeland

　　Shu Ting

　　I am an old, broken-down water-wheel by your river bank,

　　Creaking out my weary songs for hundreds of years:

　　I am the smoke-blackened miner’s lamp on your forehead,

　　Lighting your way in the underground tunnel of history;

　　I am the blighted rice sprout, the ill-kept highway;

　　The barge grounded on the shoals

　　Its towline cut more deeply into

　　The flesh of your shoulders.

　　O my homeland!

　　I am poverty.

　　I am sorrow.

　　I am your pained hope

　　Generation after generation

　　Flowers from the sleeves of flying apsaras, *

　　Not touching the earth for eons.

　　O my motherland!

　　I am your newest ideal

　　Lately freed from the web of myth;

　　I am your lotus seed germinating beneath the snow quilt.

　　Your tear-stained dimples.

　　I am the freshly-painted starting line,

　　The crimson dawn

　　That’s bursting forth.

　　O my homeland!

　　I am one of your ten-thousand millions,

　　The sum total of your nine-million-six-hundred-thousand square kilometers.

　　With your bosom covered with wounds

　　You nourish me,

　　I who am bewildered, thoughtful, and ready to erupt.

　　Now receive

　　From my flesh and blood

　　Your riches, your glory, and your liberty.

　　O my homeland,

　　My dear homeland.

　　(Julia C. Lin 譯)