"Hope" is the thing with feathers
“希望”是那帶羽毛的東西
That perches in the soul,
棲息在靈魂中，
And sings the tune without the words,
並唱出無詞的旋律
And never stops at all,
而且從不停止，
And sweetest in the Gale is heard;
在暴風中聽起來最甜美；
And sore must be the storm
暴風雨一定很猛烈
That could abash the little bird
才能讓那隻小鳥驚慌失措
That kept so many warm.
溫暖了那麼多人。
I've heard it in the chillest land,
我在最寒冷的土地上聽到過它
And on the strangest sea;
在最奇怪的海上；
Yet, never, in extremity,
然而，從未，在極端情況下，
It asked a crumb of me.
它向我索要過一點麵包屑。
