William Blake
The Tiger
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And, when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand and what dread feet?
What the hammer? What the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears,
And water’d heaven with their tears,
Did He smile His work to see?
Did He who made the lamb make thee?
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
老虎
老虎! 老虎!你金黃色輝煌,
火似地照亮黑夜的林莽,
什麼樣超凡的手和眼睛
能塑造你這可怕的勻稱?
在什麼樣遙遠的海底天空,
燒出給你做眼睛的火種?
憑什麼樣翅膀他膽敢高翔?
敢於攫火的是什麼樣手掌?
什麼樣的技巧,什麼樣肩頭,
能扭成你的心臟的肌肉?
等到你的心一開始跳躍,
什麼樣嚇壞人的手和腳?
什麼樣鐵鍊?什麼樣鐵鎚?
什麼樣熔爐煉你的腦髓?
什麼樣鐵砧?什麼樣握力
敢揘這可怕的東西?
當星星射下來萬道金輝,
並在天空裏遍灑著珠淚,
看了看這傑作他可曾微笑?
造小羊的可不也造了你了?
老虎!老虎!
火似地照亮黑夜的林莽,
什麼樣超凡的手和眼睛
能塑造你這可怕的勻稱?
Reeds of Innocence
Piping down the valleys wild,
Piping songs of pleasant glee,
On a cloud I saw a child,
And he laughing said to me:
“Pipe a song about a Lamb!”
So I piped with merry cheer.
“Pipe, pipe that song again;”
So I piped: he wept to hear.
“Drop thy pipe, thy happy pipe;
Sing thy songs of happy cheer!”
So I sung the same again,
While he wept with joy to hear.
“Piper, sit thee down and write
In a book that all may read.”
So he vanish’d from my sight;
And I pluck’d a hollow reed,
And I made a rural pen,
And I stain’d the water clear,
And I wrote my happy songs
Every child may joy to hear.
天真之歌
我吹著牧笛從荒谷下來，
我吹出歡樂的曲調，
我看見雲端上一個小孩，
他笑著對我說道：
“吹一支羔羊的歌曲！”
我就快活地吹了起來。
“吹笛人，再吹吹那支曲，”
我再吹，他聽著流下淚來。
“放下那支笛，歡樂的笛子，
把你快樂的歌兒唱一唱，
我把那支歌再唱一次，
他聽著，快樂得淚兒汪汪。
“吹笛人，坐下來寫成一本詩，
好讓大伙兒都能讀到。”
他說完就從我眼前消逝，
我拿起一根空心的蘆草，
用它做成土氣的筆一枝，
把它蘸在清清的水裏，
寫下那些快樂的歌子，
讓個個小孩聽得歡喜。
The Chimney Sweeper
A little black thing among the snow,
Crying “weep, weep” in notes of woe!
“Where are thy father and mother, say?”—
“They are both gone up to church to pray.
“Because I saw happy upon the heath,
And smiled among the winter’s snow,
They clothed me in the clothes of death,
And taught me to sing the notes of woe.
“And because I am happy, and dance and sing,
They think they have done me no injury,
And are gone to praise God and his Priest and King,
Who make up a heaven of our misery. ”
掃煙囪的小孩
白雪裏有個小小的黑東西，
“掃煙！掃煙！”喊叫得慘悽！
“孩子！你爸爸媽媽在哪裡？”
“他們都去教堂禱告上帝。
“只因我在家鄉跳來蹦去，
又在冬天雪地裏嬉笑，
他們便給我穿上這喪衣，
還教我唱這凄涼調。
“又因我唱歌跳舞挺歡暢，
他們認為對我沒有傷害，
便去讚美上帝、牧師和君王，
用我們的痛苦來造一個樂園。”
