祖国啊，我亲爱的祖国

　　舒婷

　　我是你河边上破旧的老水车，

　　数百年来纺着疲惫的歌;

　　我是你额上熏黑的矿灯，

　　照你在历史的隧洞里蜗行摸索;

　　我是干瘪的稻穗;是失修的路基;

　　是淤滩上的驳船

　　把纤绳深深

　　勒进你的肩膊，

　　——祖国啊!

　　我是贫困，

　　我是悲哀，

　　我是你祖祖辈辈

　　痛苦的希望啊，

　　是“飞天”袖间

　　千百年来未落到地面的花朵;

　　——祖国啊!

　　我是你簇新的理想，

　　刚从神话的蛛网里挣脱;

　　我是你雪被下古莲的胚芽;

　　我是你挂着眼泪的笑涡;

　　我是新刷出的雪白的起跑线;

　　是绯红的黎明

　　正在喷薄;

　　——祖国啊!

　　我是你十亿分之一，

　　是你九百六十万平方的总和;

　　你以伤痕累累的乳房

　　喂养了

　　迷惘的我，深思的我，沸腾的我;

　　那就从我的血肉之躯上

　　去取得

　　你的富饶，你的荣光，你的自由;

　　——祖国啊，

　　我亲爱的祖国!

　　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 译)