中法英对照：马丁·路德·金《我有一个梦想》（

中法英对照：马丁·路德·金《我有一个梦想》（6）

Ce sera le jour où les enfants du Bon Dieu pourront chanter ensemble cet hymne auquel ils donneront une signification nouvelle -"Mon pays c'est toi, douce terre de liberté, c'est toi que je chante, pays où reposent nos pères, orgueil du pèlerin, au flanc de chaque montagne que sonne la cloche de la liberté"- et si l'Amérique doit être une grande nation, il faut qu'il en soit ainsi.
Aussi faites sonner la cloche de la liberté sur les prodigieux sommets du New Hampshire.

Faites la sonner sur les puissantes montagnes de l'État de New York.
Faites la sonner sur les hauteurs des Alleghanys en Pennsylvanie.
Faites la sonner sur les neiges des Rocheuses, au Colorado.
Faites la sonner sur les collines ondulantes de la Californie.
Mais cela ne suffit pas.

Faites la sonner sur la Stone Mountain de Géorgie.
Faites la sonner sur la Lookout Mountain du Tennessee.
Faites la sonner sur chaque colline et chaque butte du Mississippi, faites la sonner au flanc de chaque montagne.

Quand nous ferons en sorte que la cloche de la liberté puisse sonner, quand nous la laisserons carillonner dans chaque village et chaque hameau, dans chaque État et dans chaque cité, nous pourrons hâter la venue du jour où tous les enfants du Bon Dieu, les Noirs et les Blancs, les juifs et les gentils, les catholiques et les protestants, pourront se tenir par la main et chanter les paroles du vieux "spiritual" noir : "Libres enfin. Libres enfin. Merci Dieu tout-puissant, nous voilà libres enfin."

 
　　到了这一天，上帝的所有孩子都能以新的含义高唱这首歌：
　　我的祖国，可爱的自由之邦，我为您歌唱。这是我祖先终老的地方，这是早期移民自豪的地方，让自由之声，响彻每一座山岗。
　　如果美国要成为伟大的国家，这一点必须实现。因此，让自由之声响彻新罕布什尔州的巍峨高峰！
　　让自由之声响彻纽约州的崇山峻岭！
　　让自由之声响彻宾夕法尼亚州的阿勒格尼高峰！
　　让自由之声响彻科罗拉多州冰雪皑皑的洛基山！
　　让自由之声响彻加利福尼亚州的婀娜群峰！
　　不，不仅如此；让自由之声响彻佐治亚州的石山！
　　让自由之声响彻田纳西州的望山！
　　让自由之声响彻密西西比州的一座座山峰，一个个土丘！
　　让自由之声响彻每一个山岗！
　　当我们让自由之声轰响，当我们让自由之声响彻每一个大村小庄，每一个州府城镇，我们就能加速这一天的到来。那时，上帝的所有孩子，黑人和白人，犹太教徒和非犹太教徒，耶稣教徒和天主教徒，将能携手同唱那首古老的黑人灵歌：“终于自由了！终于自由了！感谢全能的上帝，我们终于自由了！”

   I say to you today, my friends, that in spite of the difficulties and frustrations of the moment, 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: "We 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 slaveowners will be able to sit down together at a table of brotherhood. I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a desert state, sweltering with the heat of injustice and oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice. I have a dream that my four 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 the state of Alabama, whose governor's lips are presently dripping with the words of interposition and nullification, will be transformed into a situation where little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls and walk together as sisters and brothers. I have a dream today. I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together. This is our hope. This is the faith with which I return to the South. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.

    This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with a new meaning, "My country, 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring." And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania! Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado! Let freedom ring from the curvaceous peaks of California! But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia! Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee! Let freedom ring from every hill and every molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.

    When we let freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, "Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"