Break, Break, Break

Break, break, break,
　On thy cold grey stones, O Sea!
And I would that my tongue could utter
　The toughts that arise in me.

O well for the fisherman's boy,
　That he shouts with his sister at play!
O Well for the sailor lad,
　That he sings in his boat on the bay!

And the stately ships go on
　To their haven under the hill;
But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand,
　And for the sound of a voice that is still!

Break, break, break,
　At the foot of thy crags, O Sea!
But the tender grace of a day that is dead
　Will never come back to me.

砕けろ！

砕けろ、砕けろ、砕けろ、
　　海！　おまえの冷たい灰色の石に。
言葉にできたらいいのに
　　この心にわいてくる思いを。

漁師の坊やは　しあわせだ、
　　ねえさんと遊んで　声はりあげて。
船乗り君は　しあわせだ、
　　入り江のボートで　歌をうたって。

堂々とした船がゆく
　　丘の下の　自分たちの港へと。
だけど　消えてしまった手が　僕に触れてくれたら、
　　もう聞けない声が　聞こえてくれたら！

砕けろ、砕けろ、砕けろ、
　　海！　おまえの岩の足元に。
だけど　優しいしあわせの時は亡くて
　　二度と　僕に戻らない。