Sweet brother, if I do not sleep 甜哥哥，如果我不睡觉

My eyes are flowers on your tomb 我的目光都集中在你的墓前鲜花

And if I cannot eat my bread 如果我不能吃我的面包

My fasts shall live like willows where you died 我必斋戒一样生活，你死了柳树

If in the heat I find no water for my thirst 如果在热我发现没有水我渴

My thirst shall turn to springs for you, poor traveler 我渴了，要转向弹簧的你，可怜的旅行者

   

Come, in your labor find a resting place 来吧，你的劳动找个休息的地方

And in my sorrows lay your head 而在我的悲伤把你的头

Brother, take my life and bread 哥，把我的生命和面包

And buy yourself a better bed 并给自己买一个更好的床

Take my breath and take my death 让我无法呼吸，并把我的死亡

Buy yourself a better rest beneath the bells of Gethsemani 给自己买一个更好的休息盖特塞马尼的钟声之下

   

When all the men of war are killed 当战争的所有的男人都死光

And flags have fallen into dust 和标志都陷入了灰尘

Your cross and mine will tell men still 你的十字架和我会告诉男人仍然

He died on each for both of us 他死了每一个对我们两个

That we might become the brothers of God 我们可以成为神的兄弟

And learn to know the Christ of burnt men 并通过学习掌握了烧焦的男子基督

   

And the children are ringing the bells of Gethsemani 和孩子都是响当当的盖特塞马尼的钟声

   

For in the wreckage of your April Christ lies slain 在你的四月基督的残骸所在被杀

He weeps in the ruins of my spring 他哭了起来，我春天的废墟

The money of whose tears shall fall 钱的眼泪必倒

Into your weak and friendless hand 为你的软弱和寂寞的手

And buy you back to your own land 买你回到你自己的土地

   

The silence of whose tears shall fall 寂静的眼泪必倒

Like bells upon your alien tomb 如对外国人墓编钟

Hear them and come, they call you home 听到他们而来的，他们叫你回家

And the children are ringing the bells of Gethsemani 和孩子都是响当当的盖特塞马尼的钟声

   

Yes, if they had been there 是的，如果他们已经有

They would have taken that crown of thorns from his hair 他们将采取荆棘的冠冕，从他的头发

And stayed for a while in that place of despair 而住在那个地方绝望的同时，

Ah, but what do I see, my brother is there 啊，但我怎么看，我的弟弟是有

And he's ringing the bells of Gethsemani 而他的振铃盖特塞马尼的钟声