我爱这土地

假如我是一只鸟，
我也应该用嘶哑的喉咙歌唱：
这被暴风雨所打击着的土地，
这永远汹涌着我们的悲愤的河流，
这无止息地吹刮着的激怒的风，
和那来自林间的无比温柔的黎明……
——然后我死了，
连羽毛也腐烂在土地里面。
为什么我的眼里常含泪水？
因为我对这土地爱得深沉……
If I were a bird,
I should also sing with a hoarse throat:
This land hit by the storm,
This river that always surges with our grief and anger,
This irritating wind blowing endlessly,
And the incomparably gentle dawn from the forest
——Then I died,
Even feathers rot in the land.
Why do my eyes often contain tears?
Because I love this land deeply……