歌颂母亲的英语诗歌

　　赞美母亲的诗歌一

　　什么支配着世界?

　　What rules the World?

　　--by William Ross Wallace.

　　They say that man is mighty,

　　He governs land and sea;

　　He wields a mighty scepter

　　O’er lesser powers that be;

　　But a mightier power and stronger,

　　Man from his throne has hurled,

　　And the hand that rocks the cradle

　　Is the hand that rules the world.

　　都说人力无穷

　　支配着陆地与大海

　　行使着至高无上的王权

　　统治着弱小的生灵

　　然而还有更强大的力量

　　将人从宝座上掀起

　　是那双轻推着摇篮的手

　　主宰着整个世界

　　赞美母亲的诗歌二

　　MOTHER

　　“M” is for the million things she gave me,

　　“O” means only that she is growing old,

　　“T” is for the tears she shed to save me,

　　“H” is for her heart of purest gold,

　　“E” is for her eyes,with love-light shining,

　　“R” means right,and right she will always be.

　　Put them all together,

　　they spell “MOTHER”,

　　A word that means the world to me.

　　---Howard Johnson(c.1915)

　　译文：

　　M代表着母亲给予了我们一切，

　　O意味着与此同时她正在衰老，

　　T象征着她为了拯救我们流的泪，

　　H表明了她最无私最伟大的心灵，

　　E是她充满着爱万分温柔的眼神，

　　R说明着正确，并且代表着她永恒的真理。

　　把他们和在一起， 便是母亲，

　　一个代表着最无私最伟大的给予了我所有全部的词。

　　作者：Howard Johnson

　　赞美母亲的诗歌三

　　When the sun put into a piece of golden wheat at Brush

　　Mother

　　Your birthday party will be at harvest in the Concerto

　　Schedule

　　This loess is God's special cake for you

　　Will be with you everywhere candlelight sickle

　　Folded, cut down

　　I told you at the candlelight fall behind

　　Very satisfied with your smile

　　This is the only permit you to my birthday the way you

　　In fact, what I would like to say

　　Or even a word

　　A word or

　　Such as bending your bow still big grain of sweat

　　Such as the ejection of blood into the setting sun behind

　　Finally can be put in the breakdown of any high-sounding

　　Sickle announced break

　　I want to finally have the opportunity to speak out for your phrase has long been suppressed, then the

　　First you have to sweat

　　Asleep

　　当太阳把麦穗刷成一片金黄时

　　母亲

　　您的生日宴会 又将在收割的协奏曲中

　　如期进行

　　这片黄土是上苍为您特制的蛋糕

　　你用镰刀 将遍地的烛光

　　割倒 叠起

　　我跟在您的身后 拾捡遗落的烛光

　　您很满意的笑

　　这是您唯一允许我为您祝寿的方式

　　其实我很想说些什么

　　哪怕 一句话也好

　　一个字 也好

　　您依旧弯腰如弓 大粒的汗珠

　　弹射成身后 夕阳如血

　　终于 在那把可以击穿任何冠冕堂皇的

　　镰刀 宣布休息时

　　我想终于有机会为您讲出 那句压抑已久的话了

　　而您 却枕着一地汗珠

　　睡着了