London ——William Blake
伦敦 ——威廉布莱克
I wandered through each chartered street,
Near where the chartered Thames does flow,
A mark in every face I meet,
Marks of weakness, marks of woe.
我走过每条独占的街道，
徘徊在独占的泰晤士河边，
我看见每个过往的行人
有一张衰弱、痛苦的脸。
In every cry of every man,
In every infant’s cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mind-forged manacles I hear:
每个人的每声呼喊，
每个婴孩害怕的号叫，
每句话，每条禁令，
都响着心灵铸成的镣铐。
How the chimney-sweeper’s cry
Every blackening church appals,
And the hapless soldier’s sigh
Runs in blood down palace-walls.
多少扫烟囱孩子的喊叫
震惊了一座座熏黑的教堂，
不幸兵士的长叹
化成鲜血流下了宫墙。
But most, through midnight streets I hear
How the youthful harlot’s curse
Blasts the new-born infant’s tear,
And blights with plagues the marriage-hearse.
最怕是深夜的街头
又听年轻妓女的诅咒！
它骇注了初生儿的眼泪，
又用瘟疫摧残了婚礼丧车。