马丁路德金《我有一个梦想》英汉版

2021年1月8日发(作者：高育敖)

I Have a Dream by Martin Luther King, Jr.

I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration
for freedom in the history of our nation.

Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the
Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to
millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a
joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.

But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the
Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One
hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of
material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languished in the corners of
American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. And so we've come here today to
dramatize a shameful condition.

In a sense we've come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic
wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were
signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that
all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the

promissory note, insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred
obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check which has come back
marked

But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are
insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. And so, we've come to cash this
check, a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice.

We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of Now. This is
no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now
is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and
desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation
from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make
justice a reality for all of God's children.

It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of
the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom
and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. And those who hope that the
Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation
returns to business as usual. And there will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the
Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the
foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.

But there is something that I must say to my people, who stand on the warm threshold which leads
into the palace of justice: In the process of gaining our rightful place, we must not be guilty of
wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of
bitterness and hatred. We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and
discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and
again, we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force.

The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a
distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here
today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. And they have come to
realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom.

We cannot walk alone.

And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead.

We cannot turn back.

There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights,
never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality.
We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain
lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as
a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to
vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until
and righteousness like a mighty stream.




I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of
you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. And some of you have come from areas where your
quest -- quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the
winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with
the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive. Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go
back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and
ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed.

Let us not wallow in the valley of despair, I say to you today, my friends.

And so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a
dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed:

hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal.

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of
former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of
injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and
justice.

I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be
judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

I have a dream today!

I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having
his lips dr
现在黑人社会充满着 了不起的新的战斗精神，但是我们却不能因此而不信任所有的白人。因
为我们的许多白人兄弟已经认识到 ，他们的命运与我们的命运是紧密相连的，他们今天参加
**集会就是明证。他们的自由与我们的自由是 息息相关的。我们不能单独行动。

当我们行动时，我们必须保证向前进。我们不 能倒退。现在有人问热心民权运动的人，
「你们什么时候才能满足?」

只要黑人仍然遭受警察难以形容的野蛮迫害，我们就绝不会满足。

只要我们在外 奔波而疲乏的身躯不能在公路旁的汽车旅馆和城里的旅馆找到住宿之所，
我们就绝不会满足。

只要黑人的基本活动范围只是从少数民族聚居的小贫民区转移到大贫民区，我们就绝
不会满足。

只要密西西比仍然有一个黑人不能参加选举，只要纽约有一个黑人认为他投票无济 于
事，我们就绝不会满足。

不!我们现在并不满足，我们将来也不满足，除非正义和公正犹如江海之波涛，汹涌澎
湃，滚滚而来。

我并非没有注意到，参加今天集会的人中，有些受尽苦难和折磨；有些刚刚走出窄小 的
牢房；有些由于寻求自由，曾在居住地惨遭疯狂迫害的打击，并在警察暴行的旋风中摇摇欲
坠 。你们是人为痛苦的长期受难者。坚持下去吧，要坚决相信，忍受不应得的痛苦是一种赎
罪。

让我们回到密西西比去，回到阿拉巴马去，回到南卡罗来纳去，回到乔治亚去，回到 路
易斯安那去，回到我们北方城市中的贫民区和少数民族居住区去，要心中有数，这种状况是

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能够也必将改变的。我们不要陷入绝望而不克自拔。

朋友们，今 天我对你们说，在此时此刻，我们虽然遭受种种困难和挫折，我仍然有一
个梦想。这个梦想是深深扎根于 美国的梦想中的。

我梦想有一天，这个国家会站立起来，真正实现其信条的真 谛：「我们认为这些真理是
不言而喻的：人人生而平等。」

我梦想有 一天，在乔治亚的红山上，昔日奴隶的儿子将能够和昔日奴隶主的儿子坐在
一起，共叙兄弟情谊。

我梦想有一天，甚至连密西西比州这个正义匿迹，压迫成风，如同沙漠般的地方， 也
将变成自由和正义的绿洲。

我梦想有一天，我的四个孩子将在一个 不是以他们的肤色，而是以他们的品格优劣来
评价他们的国度里生活。

我今天有一个梦想。

我梦想有一天，亚拉巴马州能够有所转变，尽管该州州长 现在仍然满口异议，反对联
邦法令，但有朝一日，那里的黑人男孩和女孩将能与白人男孩和女孩情同骨肉 ，携手并进。

我今天有一个梦想。

我梦想有一天，幽谷上升，高山下降，坎坷曲折之路成坦途，圣光披露，满照人间。

这就是我们的希望。我怀着这种信念回到南方。有了这个信念，我们将能从绝望之嶙劈
出一块希望之石。 有了这个信念，我们将能把这个国家刺耳争吵的声，改变成为一支洋溢手
足之情的优美交响曲。

有了这个信念，我们将能一起工作，一起祈祷，一起斗争，一起坐牢，一起维护自 由；
因为我们知道，终有一天，我们是会自由的。

在自由到来的那一 天，上帝的所有儿女们将以新的含义高唱这支歌：「我的祖国，美丽
的自由之乡，我为您歌唱。您是父辈 逝去的地方，您是最初移民的骄傲，让自由之声响彻每
个山岗。」

如 果美国要成为一个伟大的国家，这个梦想必须实现。让自由之声从新罕布什尔州的
巍峨峰巅响起来!让自 由之声从纽约州的崇山峻岭响起来!让自由之声从宾夕法尼亚州阿勒
格尼山的顶峰响起来!

让自由之声从科罗拉多州冰雪覆盖的洛基山响起来!让自由之声从加利福尼亚州蜿蜒
的群峰响起来!不仅如此，还要让自由之声从乔治亚州的石嶙响起来!让自由之声从田纳西州
的了望山响 起来!

让自由之声从密西西比的每一座丘陵响起来!让自由之声从每一片山坡响起来。