阳光明媚的地球上有一个正对着它的日子，我们肥沃的流浪?我们的领域，万无一失的无产阶级。从一极到另一极的贫穷，我们跌跌撞撞地走过岁月，带着模糊的记忆和永不靠近的希望。无论多吗?我们可怜的部队，既得权利的潜伏炮手，法律的埋伏;这里挂着租金，这是一个肮脏的牢笼，财神用工资的镣铐，把他的私欲的奴隶关在里面。以麻木的怀疑为向导，我们在需要的小路上蜿蜒前行，在那里，卑微的饥民们寻找着贪婪的奴隶诱饵。种姓的流口水的拉米亚，等待着我们的前进，我们最好的中队?带着神奇的微笑和目光，忠诚的咆哮:黛利拉般的诱惑在我们昏昏欲睡的行列中飞舞，我们心甘情愿的船长身上戴着敌人的徽章。有时，我们的守望者在暗中等待，在财富的目光中，投以仇恨的尖酸刻薄;或者我们的参孙们还来得及，他们的叛逆就会在圣殿里肆虐?毒蛇主人的命运如何? brood! Our polyandrous dam has borne To Satan and to God The hordes of Night, the clans of Morn, That through our valleys plod. Ah, motherhood of misery For Christ-child as for pest! The greater her fertility The drier grows her breast! Too many linger on the track; A few outstrip the time: Some, God has tattooed yellow, black, And some disguised with crime. Art?s living archives here abound, Carraras of Despair, And those weird masks of Sight and Sound The Tragic Muses wear. Tho? blind and dull, ?tis we supply The Painter?s dazzling dreams; The rolling flood of Poetry From our dumb chaos streams. Nay, when your world is over-tired, And Genius comatose, Our race, by Nemesis inspired, Old Order overthrows: With earthquake-life we thrill your land, Refill the cruse of Art, Revitalize spent Wisdom, and? Resume our weary part. The palace of successful Guilt Is mortared with our shame; On hecatombs of Us are built The soaring towers of Fame. We are the gnomes of Titan works Whose throbbings never cease; Our unregarded signet lurks On every masterpiece. The floating isles, that shuttling tie All peoples into one By adept steermen?s sorcery Of magnet, steam, and sun; Religion?s dolmens, Sphinxes, spires, Her Biblic armouries; The helot lightning of the wires That mesh your lands and seas; The viaducts ?tween Near and Far, Whereon, o?er range and mead, Bacchantic Trade?s triumphant car And iron tigers speed; The modern steely crops that rise Where technic Jasons sow: ?All these but feebly symbolize The largesse we bestow. And our reward? In this wan land, In clientage of Greed, Despised, polluted, maimed and banned, To wander and?to breed