诸神将它赐予我——
在我年幼时——
他们总在我们还幼小、稚嫩的时候——
送来最多礼物,你知道。
我将它置于掌心——
从不放下——
不敢吃,也不敢睡——
生怕它不翼而飞——
当我匆匆赶往学校——
我听见“富有”这样的词——
来自街角的某些嘴唇——
我勉强挤出微笑。
富有!这正是我,我富有——
以黄金之名——
我拥有的,仿佛是根根金条——
这种差别,让我无畏——
It was given to me by the Gods—
When I was a little Girl—
They given us Presents most—you know—
When we are new—and small.
I kept it in my Hand—
I never put it down—
I did not dare to eat—or sleep—
For fear it would be gone—
I heard such words as “Rich”—
When hurrying to school—
From lips at Corners of the Streets—
And wrestled with a smile.
Rich! ’Twas Myself—was rich—
To take the name of Gold—
And Gold to own—in solid Bars—
The Difference—made me bold—