No man is an island,
Entire of itself;
Every man 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 manor of thy friend‘s or of thine own were:
Any man‘s death diminishes me,
Because I am involved in mankind,
And,
Therefore,
Never send to know for whom the bells tolls;
It tolls for thee.

没有谁是一座孤岛，
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刷，
欧洲就会失去一角，
这如同一座山岬，
也如同一座庄园，
无论是你的还是你朋友的。

无论谁死了，
都是我的一部分在死去，
因为我包含在人类这个概念里。
因此，
不要问丧钟为谁而鸣，
丧钟为你而鸣。