Give me
your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these,
the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!
送给我
你那些疲乏的和贫困的挤在一起
渴望自由呼吸的大众
你那熙熙攘攘的岸上被遗弃的可怜的人群
你那无家可归饱经风波的人们
一齐送给我
我站在金门口
高举自由的灯火