Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tem… - Emma Lazarus

Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free.

Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!

The children of the prophets of the Lord,
Prince, priest, and people, spurned by zealot hate.
Hounded from sea to sea, from state to state,
The West refused them, and the East abhorred.
No anchorage the known world could afford.

Berikan kepadaku mereka yang lelah dan papa
Yang terbelenggu dan mendambakan kebebasan
Yang terbanting ke pantaimu, berimpitan lemas
Beri aku para gelandangan, dan yang terhempas
Akan kunyalakan pelitaku di sisi gerbang emas