For by my glee might many men have laughed, And of my weeping something had been left, Which must die now. I mean the truth untold, The pity of war, the pity war distilled.

我的那些可能遭受人们讥笑嘲讽的快乐，那些早已被人们遗弃我却为之哭泣的人啊，如今你们都死去了吧，我想说的是那些依然被掩藏的事实，战争中被蒸馏掉的怜悯。

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