Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light:
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.
Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow:
The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Ring out the grief that saps the mind,
For those that here we see no more;
Ring out the feud of rich and poor,
Ring in redress to all mankind.
（by Alfred Tennyson）
新年
响吧，狂暴的钟，向着狂野的天空，
向着乱云，向着寒光。
这一年即将在今夜逝去，
响吧，狂暴的钟，让他消亡。
钟声送旧，钟声迎新，
响吧，幸福的钟，响彻皑皑白雪。
这一年即将离去，让他去吧。
钟声送伪，钟声迎真。
钟声送走揪心的痛苦，
为了我们不能再见的人，
钟声送走贫富间的宿怨，
钟声迎来全人类的祥和。