Unto like Story -- Trouble has enticed me --

像传说一样--烦恼引诱了我--
男亲戚如何降下--
兄弟姐妹--钟爱荣耀--
还有他们年轻的意愿
屈服于绞刑架，或者屈身入地牢--吟唱着--
直到上帝的圆满时为止--
当他们放开羞辱--微笑着--
耻辱仍将继续--
对于猜想的王冠，我悲啼的幻想，引领我，
精疲力尽的美丽
被拒绝的头颅--在卑微的乡下--
荣誉在那里--
这种的精神让她永远提起，
我--变得勇敢了--
雄赳赳步上--我的十字架--
正如--展开的喇叭--
双脚，小如我的--行进在革命中
陪着坚定的鼓声--
双手--不很强壮--举起他们--见证--
而话语变得麻木--
让我不要羞辱你高尚的风度--
操练光明--
召唤着--伊特鲁里亚人的邀请--
奔向光明--
Unto like Story -- Trouble has enticed me --
How Kinsmen fell --
Brothers and Sister -- who preferred the Glory --
And their young will
Bent to the Scaffold, or in Dungeons -- chanted --
Till God's full time --
When they let go the ignominy -- smiling --
And Shame went still --
Unto guessed Crests, my moaning fancy, leads me,
Worn fair
By Heads rejected -- in the lower country --
Of honors there --
Such spirit makes her perpetual mention,
That I -- grown bold --
Step martial -- at my Crucifixion --
As Trumpets -- rolled --
Feet, small as mine -- have marched in Revolution
Firm to the Drum --
Hands -- not so stout -- hoisted them -- in witness --
When Speech went numb --
Let me not shame their sublime deportments --
Drilled bright --
Beckoning -- Etruscan invitation --
Toward Light --