（3）

　　I love (oh! how I love) to ride 我乐于（啊！我多么乐于）航行，

　　On the fierce foaming¹ bursting tide, 在泡沫凶恶而崩裂的潮水上，

　　When every mad wave drowns the moon, 此时狂浪吞没了月影，

　　Or whistles aloft his tempest tune², 啸声高奏着风暴曲，

　　And tells how goes the world below, 倾诉底下的世界是何等模样，

　　And why the south-west blasts do blow. 西南风又为何而吹。

　　（4）

　　I never was on the dull tame shore 我从不留恋单调温驯的海岸，

　　but I lov'd the great Sea more and more, 只是愈来愈沉迷于海上，

　　And backwards³ flew to her billowy breast, 像鸟儿寻找母巢一般，

　　Like a bird that seeketh its mother's nest; 忽忙地飞回那涛涛巨浪的怀抱；

　　And mother she was, and is to me; 对我而言她就是慈母；

　　For I was born on the open Sea! 因为我生长在海上！