London
I wander thro' each charter'd street.
Near where the charter'd Thames does flow
And mark in every face I meet
Marks of weakness, marks of woe.
By 王佐良
我走过每条独占的街道，
徘徊在独占的参晤士河边。
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 Infants cry of fear,
In every voice: in every ban,
The mind-forg'd manacles I hear
每个人的每声呼喊，
每个婴孩害始的号叫，
每句话，每条禁令。
都响着心灵铸成的镣铐。
How the Chimney-sweepers cry
Every blackning Church appalls,
And the hapless Soldiers sigh
Runs in blood down Palace walls
多少扫烟囱孩子的喊叫
震惊了每座熏黑的教堂，
不幸士兵的长叹
像鲜血流下了宫墙。
But most thro' midnight streets I hear
How the youthful Harlots curse
Blasts the new-born Infants 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!
它骇住了初生儿的眼泪
又带来瘟疫、使婚车变成灵柩。