没有谁能像一座孤岛

在大海里独踞

每个人都像一块小小的泥土

连接成整个陆地

如果有一块泥土被海水冲击

欧洲就会失去一角

这如同一座山岬

也如同你的朋友和你自己

无论谁死了

都是自己的一部分在死去

因为我包含在人类这个概念里

因此我从不问丧钟为谁而鸣

它为我，也为你

No Man Is An Island

No man is an island,

Entire of itself.

Each is a piece of the continent,

A part of the main.

If a clod be washed away by the sea,

Europe is the less.

As well as if a promontory were.

As well as if a manner of thine own

Or of thine friend's were.

Each man's death diminishes me,

For I am involved in mankind.

Therefore, send not to know

For whom the bell tolls,

It tolls for thee.

John Donne