O'er Moscow's towers, that blazed the while, His eagle flag unrolled, — and froze. 火焰在莫斯科高塔上燃起，他的雄鹰旗帜迎风飘扬——然而冻住了。

Here sleeps he now, alone! 现在，他孤独地长眠于此！

Not one Of all the kings, whose crowns he gave, Bends o'er his dust; — nor wife nor son Has ever seen or sought his grave. 不是一个万王之王，他赐予王冠的那个人，拜倒在他威仪之下；妻儿不曾看到或觅到他的坟墓。

Behind this seagirt rock, the star, That led him on from crown to crown, Has sunk; and nations from afar Gazed as it faded and went down. 就在这块四面环海的岩石后面！这颗星星，指引他从一顶王冠到加冕另一个王冠，已经陨落；远方的国家凝视着它隐去和陨落。

High is his couch; — the ocean flood, Far, far below, by storms is curled; As round him heaved, while high he stood, A stormy and unstable world. 他的长榻那么高——海洋咆哮翻滚，在大下方，暴风雨翻卷；他站在高处之际，他的周围起伏着，一个暴躁和反复无常的世界。

Alone he sleeps! The mountain cloud, That night hangs round him, and the breath Of morning scatters, is the shroud That wraps the conqueror's clay in death. 他独自入眠！高山云颠，那晚萦绕于他，清晨的微风尽吹散，成了包裹征服者尸体的尸布。

Pause here! The far-off world, at last, Breathes free; the hand that shook its thrones, And to the earth its miters cast, Lies powerless now beneath these stones. 就在这里停下！遥远的世界最后自由呼吸；动摇了它宝座的手，将主教法冠掸落尘埃，如今在石下威风不再。

Hark! comes there from the pyramids, And from Siberian wastes of snow, And Europe's hills, a voice that bids The world he awed to mourn him? 听啊！从金字塔来到那里，从西伯利亚雪原，还有欧洲的山丘，传出向这个对他满怀敬畏和哀痛的世界致意的声音了吗？

No: The only, the perpetual dirge That's heard there is the sea bird's cry, — The mournful murmur of the surge, — The cloud's deep voice, the wind's low sigh. 没有；唯一而永恒的挽歌在那里听到的是海鸥的哀鸣，海浪悲伤地低声倾诉——乌云发出深沉的声音，还有风低沉的哀叹。