mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam,
be it ever so humble, there's no place like home!
a charm from the skies seems to hallow us there,
which seek through the world, is ne'er met with elsewhere,
home! home! sweet, sweet home!
there's no place like home! there's no place like home!
Although we will also indulge in joy and luxury,
No matter how humble the home is, there is no place to compare to it!
It is as if the magic that descends from the sky makes us feel holy at home,
Even if you look all over the world, you can't find a place like this,
Home! Home! Sweet home!
There is no place to beat home! There is no place to beat home!
i gaze on the moon as i tread the drear wild,
and feel that my mother now thinks of her child,
as she looks on that moon from our own cottage door,
through the woodbine， whose fragrance shall cheer me no more.
Whenever I walk through the wilderness and gaze at the bright moon,
Then I remembered that the mother was thinking about her child,
When she looked at the bright moon from the door of the hut,
Walking through the winter honeysuckle groves, the rich scent of trees could no longer comfort my soul.
an exile from home, splendor dazzles in vain;
oh， give me my lowly thatched cottage again!
the birds singing gaily, that came at my call-
give me them, and the peace of mind, dearer than all!
For a wanderer who has left his hometown, no matter how gorgeous the brilliance, it is also flashing in vain;
A low-eaves hut!
The birds are singing
Give them - and peace of mind, these are more than anything!