Far from the heart of culture he was used:

他被使用在远离文化中心的地方，

Abandoned by his general and his lice,

又被他的将军和他的虱子所遗弃，

Under a padded quilt he closed his eyes

于是在一件棉袄里他闭上眼睛

And vanished. He will not be introduced

而离开人世。人家不会把他提起。

When this campaign is tidied into books:

当这场战役被整理成书的时候，

No vital knowledge perished in his skull;

没有重要的知识在他的头壳里丧失。

His jokes were stale; like wartime, he was dull;

他的玩笑是陈腐的，他沉闷如战时，

His name is lost for ever like his looks.

他的名字和模样都将永远消逝。

He neither knew nor chose the Good, but taught us,

他不知善，不择善，却教育了我们，

And added meaning like a comma, when

并且像逗点一样加添上意义；

He turned to dust in China that our daughters

他在中国变为尘土，以便在他日

Be fit to love the earth, and not again

我们的女儿得以热爱这人间，

Disgraced before the dogs; that where are waters,

不再为狗所凌辱；也为了使有山、

Mountains and houses, may be also men.

有水、有房屋的地方，也能有人烟。