William Henry Davies - Money 汉译

When I had money, money, O!<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" />

  I knew no joy till I went poor;

For many a false man as a friend

  Came knocking all day at my door.

Then felt I like a child that holds

  A trumpet he must not blow

Because a man is dead; I dared

  Not speak to let this false world know.

Much have I thought of life, and seen

  How poor men’s hearts are ever light;

And how their wives do hum like bees

  About their work from morn till night.

So, when I hear these poor ones laugh,

  And see the rich ones coldly frown —

Poor men, think I, need not go up

  So much as rich men should come down.

When I had money, money, O!

  My many friends proved untrue;

But now I have no money, O!

  My friends are real, though very few.