作者：Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Laugh,and the world laughs with you; Weep,and you weep alone; For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth, But has trouble enough of its own. Sing,and the hils will answer; Sigh,it is lost on the air; The echoes bound to a joyful sound, But shrink from voicing care. Rejoice,and men will seek you; Grieve,and they turn and go; They want full measure of all your pleasure, But they do not need your woe. Be glad,and your friends are many; Be sad,and you lose them all,-- There are none to decline your nectared wine, But alone you must drink life's gall. Feast,and your halls are crowded; Fast,and the world goes by. Succeed and give,and it helps you live, But no man can help you die. For there is room in the halls of pleasure For a large and lordly train, But one by one we must all file on Through the narrow aisles of pain.
你欢笑，这世界会随你一同欢笑； 你哭泣，却只有你独自一人悲啼； 古老而忧伤的大地必须寻求欢乐， 它的麻烦已经够多。 你歌唱，山谷应你以回响； 你叹息，空气答你以寂静； 快乐之声总能回声阵阵， 忧虑之音最终销声匿迹。 你欢喜，人们会与你相随； 你忧伤，人们则会转身离去； 因为人人都愿意分享你全部的快乐， 却没人需要你的苦楚。 快乐起来吧，你会有很多朋友； 倘若闷闷不乐，你会失去这种所有，-- 没有人会拒绝与你共饮美酒， 然而生活的苦涩却需你独自承受。 热闹盛宴，厅内人声鼎沸； 时光如梭，人们擦肩而过。 成功、给予，使你生活的动力， 但没人能助你死去。 因快乐的殿堂里 容得下一列宽敞气派的火车， 然而我们必须一个接一个地排队 穿过这岁月磨难的狭长隧道进入。