No man is an island alone there; everyone is a part of the earth; if currents swept away by a mass of mud, a lost continent, as the loss of a Cape, as a friend or their own lost their homes: Any person who has suffered the death of all let me loss, because I am closely related to humans; so, do not go to inquire about whom the bell tolls, it is for you ming.
No man is an island,
Entire of itself.
Each is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Motherland is the less.
As well as if a promontory were.
As well as if a manner of thine own
Or of thine friend's were.
Each man's death diminishes me,
For I am involved in mankind.
Therefore, send not to know
For whom the bell tolls,
It tolls for thee.