作业帮英国著名诗歌要有翻译,越多越好
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英国著名诗歌
要有翻译,越多越好
要有翻译,越多越好
莎士比亚的：
BUT wherefore do not you a mightier way
Make war upon this bloody tyrant, Time?
And fortify yourself in your decay
With means more blessèd than my barren rime?
Now stand you on the top of happy hours,
And many maiden gardens, yet unset,
With virtuous wish would bear your living flowers,
Much liker than your painted counterfeit:
So should the lines of life that life repair
Which this time's pencil or my pupil pen,
Neither in inward worth nor outward fair
Can make you live yourself in eyes of men.
To give away yourself keeps yourself still,
And you must live, drawn by your own sweet skill.
但是为什么不用更凶的法子
去抵抗这血淋淋的魔王--时光?
不用比我的枯笔吉利的武器,
去防御你的衰朽,把自己加强?
你现在站在黄金时辰的绝顶,
许多少女的花园,还未经播种,
贞洁地切盼你那绚烂的群英,
比你的画像更酷肖你的真容：
只有生命的线能把生命重描；
时光的画笔,或者我这枝弱管,
无论内心的美或外貌的姣好,
都不能使你在人们眼前活现.
献出你自己依然保有你自己,
而你得活着,靠你自己的妙笔.
I was her she was me 我就是她 她就是我
We were one we were free 我们是一个人 我们很自由
And if there's somebody calling me on 如果有人在呼唤我
She's the one 她就是那个人
If there's somebody calling me on 如果有人呼唤我
She's the one 那一定是她
We were young we were wrong 我们很年轻 我们曾做过错事
We were fine all along 我们一直都很好
If there's somebody calling me on 如果有人呼唤我
She's the one 她就是那个人
When you get to where you wanna go 当你去了你想去的地方
And you know the things you wanna know 你知道了你想知道的事情
You're smiling 你会开心的笑
When you said what you wanna say 当你说出你要说的
And you know the way you wanna play 按你喜欢的方式做事
You'll be so high you'll be flying 你会感觉你在飞翔
Though the sea will be strong 尽管困难重重
I know we'll carry on 我知道我会继续努力的
Cos if there's somebody calling me on 因为如果有人呼唤我
She's the one 她就是那个人
If there's somebody calling me on 如果有人呼唤我
She's the one 她就是那个人
莎士比亚十四行诗之十八（译）
文言译本：
美人当青春,婉丽自销魂.
焉知东风恶,良辰讵待人?
朝日何皋皋,暮色何昏昏.
众芳俱摇落,天意倩谁询?
我有丹青笔,腾挪似有神.
为君驻颜色,风霜不可侵.
丹青亦难久,罔若诗与琴?
延年歌一曲,万古扬清芬.
白话译本：
我能否将你比作夏天?
你比夏天更美丽温婉.
狂风将五月的蓓蕾凋残,
夏日的勾留何其短暂.
休恋那丽日当空,
转眼会云雾迷蒙.
休叹那百花飘零,
催折于无常的天命.
唯有你永恒的夏日常新,
你的美貌亦毫发无损.
死神也无缘将你幽禁,
你在我永恒的诗中长存.
只要世间尚有人吟诵我的诗篇,
这诗就将不朽,永葆你的芳颜.
英文原文：
William Shakespear Sonnets
Sonnet 18
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date;
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd,
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd:
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall Death brag thou wand'rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st.
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this,and this gives life to thee.
William Wordsworth (1770-1850)
The Solitary Reaper
Behold her, single in the field,
Yon solitary Highland Lass!
Reaping and singing by herself;
Stop here, or gently pass!
Alone she cuts and binds the grain,
And sings a melancholy strain;
O listen! for the Vale profound
Is overflowing with the sound.
No Nightingale did ever chaunt
More welcome notes to weary bands
Of travellers in some shady haunt,
Among Arabian sands:
A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard
In spring-time from the Cuckoo-bird,
Breaking the silence of the seas
Among the farthest Hebrides.
Will no one tell me what she sings?--
Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow
For old, unhappy, far-off things,
And battles long ago:
Or is it some more humble lay,
Familiar matter of to-day?
Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain,
That has been, and may be again?
Whate'er the theme, the Maiden sang
As if her song could have no ending;
I saw her singing at her work,
And o'er the sickle bending;--
I listened, motionless and still;
And, as I mounted up the hill,
The music in my heart I bore,
Long after it was heard no more.
孤独的割麦女
看,一个孤独的高原姑娘
在远远的田野间收割,
一边割一边独自歌唱,——
请你站住．或者俏悄走过!
她独自把麦子割了又捆,
唱出无限悲凉的歌声,
屏息听吧!深广的谷地
已被歌声涨满而漫溢!
还从未有过夜莺百啭,
唱出过如此迷人的歌,
在沙漠中的绿荫间
抚慰过疲惫的旅客；
还从未有过杜鹃迎春,
声声啼得如此震动灵魂,
在遥远的赫布利底群岛
打破过大海的寂寥.
她唱什么,谁能告诉我?
忧伤的音符不断流涌,
是把遥远的不聿诉说?
是把古代的战争吟咏?
也许她的歌比较卑谦,
只是唱今日平凡的悲欢,
只是唱自然的哀伤苦痛——
昨天经受过,明天又将重逢?
姑娘唱什么,我猜不着,
她的歌如流水永无尽头；
只见她一面唱一面干活,
弯腰挥镰,操劳不休……
我凝神不动,听她歌唱,
然后,当我登上了山岗,
尽管歌声早已不能听到,
它却仍在我心头缭绕.
Notes
1] Coleridge, Wordsworth, and his sister had visited the Scottish Highlands in 1803. Dorothy's Recollections for September 13 that year notes: "It was harvest time, and the fields were quietly -- might I be allowed to say pensively? -- enlivened by small companies of reapers. It is not uncommon in the more lonely parts of the Highlands to see a single person so employed." In a note to the 1807 edition, Wordsworth traced the poem's source: "This Poem was suggested by a beautiful sentence in a MS Tour in Scotland written by a Friend, the last line being taken from it verbatim." Thomas Wilkinson's manuscript, Tours to the British Mountains (London, 1824), states: "Passed a Female who was reaping alone: she sung in Erse as she bended over her sickle; the sweetest human voice I ever heard: her strains were tenderly melancholy, and felt delicious, long after they were heard no more" (12).
2] Highland: mountainous region in northern Scotland associated with the Celtic clans.
7] Vale profound: broad, deep valley between two high ranges; possibly the world itself, as a place of suffering
9] Nightingale: a small song-bird, well-known for the male's musical notes in the mating and nesting season. In Classical myth, the female nightingale is that to which Philomela, tragically raped and mutilated by her sister Procne's husband, metamorphoses on carrying out her revenge.
14] Cuckoo-bird: song-bird migrating to Britain in the spring and associated with renewal.
16] Hebrides: islands northwest of Scotland in the Atlantic.
18] plaintive numbers: conventional poetic phrase, as in George Dyer's "Ode XIX. To a Young Painter and Poetess" (1801):
21] humble lay: conventional poetic diction, as in Thomas Warton's "ODE V. To a Gentleman upon his Travels thro' Italy" (1747), lines 1-3:
勃朗宁夫人：
Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861)
The soul’s Rialto hath its merchandise;
I barter curl for curl upon that mart,
And from my poet’s forehead to my heart
Receive this lock which outweighs argosies, --
As purply black, as erst to Pindar’s eyes
The dim purpureal tresses gloomed athwart
The nine white Muse-brows. For this counterpart,
The bay-crown’s shade, Beloved, I surmise,
Still lingers on thy curl, it is so black!
Thus, with a fillet of smooth-kissing breath,
I tie the shadows safe from gliding back,
And lay the gift where nothing hindereth;
Here on my heart, as on thy brow, to lack
No natural heat till mine grows cold in death.
心灵利雅托--伊丽莎白·巴瑞特·勃朗宁
王道余 译
心灵利雅托,也有其交易,
一卷对一卷,换物在彼市,
从君诗人额,到我心里面,
得此头发卷,重过大货船,
发色黑带紫,如品达曾见,
紫中又透黑,缪斯白额前,
忧郁垂下来.你发如彼发,
我的爱,我猜,月桂冠影暗,
犹在你发卷,乌黑如这般!
轻吻般呼气,犹如丝带绾,
将此暗影栓,不再掉下边,
将此珍贵礼,置于我心间；
此地无人扰,犹在你额前,
在我死之前,不会缺温暖.
我是怎样地爱你 (勃朗宁夫人（英）)
我是怎样地爱你?让我逐一细算.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
我爱你尽我的心灵所能及到的
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
深邃、宽广、和高度－－正象我探求
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
玄冥中上帝的存在和深厚的神恩.
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
我爱你的程度,就象日光和烛焰下
I love thee to the level of everyday's
那每天不用说得的需要.我不加思虑地
Most quiet , by sun and candle-light
爱你,就象男子们为正义而斗争；
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
我纯洁地爱你,象他们在赞美前低头.
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
我爱你以我童年的信仰；我爱你
I love thee with the passion put to use
以满怀热情,就象往日满腔的辛酸；
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith
我爱你,抵得上那似乎随着消失的圣者
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
而消逝的爱慕.我爱你以我终生的
With my lost saints, -- I love thee with the breath,
呼吸,微笑和泪珠－－假使是上帝的
Smiles, tears,and all my life -- and, if God choose;
意旨,那么,我死了我还要更加爱你!
I shall but love thee better after death.
1. 埃德蒙·斯宾塞
Sonnet
十四行
Fresh spring the herald of loves mighty king,
新春啊,你这君临万方的爱神的先驱,
In whose cote armour richly are displayed
你的外衣富丽堂皇,展现出
All sorts of flowers the which on earth do spring
世间的繁花万朵,不胜枚举,
In goodly colours gloriously arrayed.
她那婀娜多姿的服装,耀人眼目.
Go to my love, Where she is carelesse laid,
找我的爱人去吧,她满不在乎,
Yet in her winters bowre:
她仍在她冬天的闺房里深睡不醒：
Tell her the joyous time will not be staid
告诉她：快乐的时光不会永驻,
Unlesse she do him by the forelock take,
除非她能把它牢牢地捏在手中；
Bid her therefore her selfe soon ready make,
嘱咐她要把一切的准备快完成,
To wait on love amongst his lovely crew.
好去那一群丽人当中把爱神恭迎：
Where every one that misseth then her make,
谁若是还打动不了爱人的魂灵,
Shall be by him amercest with penance dew.
爱神就必定给他以应有的严惩.
Make hast therefore sweet love, whilest it is prime,
快抓住这甜蜜的爱,趁着青春时候,
For none can call againe the passed time.
青春一去难再,像是大海东流.
2.威廉布莱克 William Blake
The Tyger 老虎
Tiger! Tiger! Burning bright 老虎!老虎!光焰闪耀,
In the forests of the night, 在黑夜的丛林中熊熊燃烧, '
What immortal hand or eye 什么样的不朽之手和眼
Could frame thy fearful symmetry? 造成你那可怕的匀称外貌?
In what distant deeps or skies 你眼中的烈火熊熊
Burnt the fire of thine eyes? 来自多远的深处或高空?
On what wings dare he aspire? 他凭什么翅膀敢飞到九天?
What the hand dare seize the fire? 什么样的手敢去抓这火焰?
And what shoulder, and what art, 什么样的臂力,什么样的技艺
Could twist the sinews of thy heart? 才能拧成你那心脏的腱肌?
And when thy heart began to beat, 什么样的手,什么样的脚,
What dread hand? And what dread feet? 才使得你的心脏开始弹跳?
What the hammer? What the chain? 用什么样的锤子?什么样的链条?
In what furnace was thy brain? 在什么样的炉里炼成了你的大脑?
What the anvil? What dread grasp 在什么样的铁砧上?用什么样的臂力
Dare its deadly terrors clasp? 敢抓住这可以致命的可怕东西?
When the stars threw down their spears, 当星星投下他们的矛枪,
And watered heaven with their tears, 用他们的泪水浇灌穹苍,
Did he smile his work to see? 他见到自己的作品时可微笑?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee? 难道是他造了你也造了羊羔?
Tiger! Tiger! Burning bright 老虎!老虎!光焰闪耀,
In the forests of the night, 在黑夜的丛林中熊熊燃烧,
What immortal hand or eye, 什么样的不朽之手和眼
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry? 造成你那可怕的匀称外貌?
BUT wherefore do not you a mightier way
Make war upon this bloody tyrant, Time?
And fortify yourself in your decay
With means more blessèd than my barren rime?
Now stand you on the top of happy hours,
And many maiden gardens, yet unset,
With virtuous wish would bear your living flowers,
Much liker than your painted counterfeit:
So should the lines of life that life repair
Which this time's pencil or my pupil pen,
Neither in inward worth nor outward fair
Can make you live yourself in eyes of men.
To give away yourself keeps yourself still,
And you must live, drawn by your own sweet skill.
但是为什么不用更凶的法子
去抵抗这血淋淋的魔王--时光?
不用比我的枯笔吉利的武器,
去防御你的衰朽,把自己加强?
你现在站在黄金时辰的绝顶,
许多少女的花园,还未经播种,
贞洁地切盼你那绚烂的群英,
比你的画像更酷肖你的真容：
只有生命的线能把生命重描；
时光的画笔,或者我这枝弱管,
无论内心的美或外貌的姣好,
都不能使你在人们眼前活现.
献出你自己依然保有你自己,
而你得活着,靠你自己的妙笔.
I was her she was me 我就是她 她就是我
We were one we were free 我们是一个人 我们很自由
And if there's somebody calling me on 如果有人在呼唤我
She's the one 她就是那个人
If there's somebody calling me on 如果有人呼唤我
She's the one 那一定是她
We were young we were wrong 我们很年轻 我们曾做过错事
We were fine all along 我们一直都很好
If there's somebody calling me on 如果有人呼唤我
She's the one 她就是那个人
When you get to where you wanna go 当你去了你想去的地方
And you know the things you wanna know 你知道了你想知道的事情
You're smiling 你会开心的笑
When you said what you wanna say 当你说出你要说的
And you know the way you wanna play 按你喜欢的方式做事
You'll be so high you'll be flying 你会感觉你在飞翔
Though the sea will be strong 尽管困难重重
I know we'll carry on 我知道我会继续努力的
Cos if there's somebody calling me on 因为如果有人呼唤我
She's the one 她就是那个人
If there's somebody calling me on 如果有人呼唤我
She's the one 她就是那个人
莎士比亚十四行诗之十八（译）
文言译本：
美人当青春,婉丽自销魂.
焉知东风恶,良辰讵待人?
朝日何皋皋,暮色何昏昏.
众芳俱摇落,天意倩谁询?
我有丹青笔,腾挪似有神.
为君驻颜色,风霜不可侵.
丹青亦难久,罔若诗与琴?
延年歌一曲,万古扬清芬.
白话译本：
我能否将你比作夏天?
你比夏天更美丽温婉.
狂风将五月的蓓蕾凋残,
夏日的勾留何其短暂.
休恋那丽日当空,
转眼会云雾迷蒙.
休叹那百花飘零,
催折于无常的天命.
唯有你永恒的夏日常新,
你的美貌亦毫发无损.
死神也无缘将你幽禁,
你在我永恒的诗中长存.
只要世间尚有人吟诵我的诗篇,
这诗就将不朽,永葆你的芳颜.
英文原文：
William Shakespear Sonnets
Sonnet 18
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date;
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd,
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd:
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall Death brag thou wand'rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st.
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this,and this gives life to thee.
William Wordsworth (1770-1850)
The Solitary Reaper
Behold her, single in the field,
Yon solitary Highland Lass!
Reaping and singing by herself;
Stop here, or gently pass!
Alone she cuts and binds the grain,
And sings a melancholy strain;
O listen! for the Vale profound
Is overflowing with the sound.
No Nightingale did ever chaunt
More welcome notes to weary bands
Of travellers in some shady haunt,
Among Arabian sands:
A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard
In spring-time from the Cuckoo-bird,
Breaking the silence of the seas
Among the farthest Hebrides.
Will no one tell me what she sings?--
Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow
For old, unhappy, far-off things,
And battles long ago:
Or is it some more humble lay,
Familiar matter of to-day?
Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain,
That has been, and may be again?
Whate'er the theme, the Maiden sang
As if her song could have no ending;
I saw her singing at her work,
And o'er the sickle bending;--
I listened, motionless and still;
And, as I mounted up the hill,
The music in my heart I bore,
Long after it was heard no more.
孤独的割麦女
看,一个孤独的高原姑娘
在远远的田野间收割,
一边割一边独自歌唱,——
请你站住．或者俏悄走过!
她独自把麦子割了又捆,
唱出无限悲凉的歌声,
屏息听吧!深广的谷地
已被歌声涨满而漫溢!
还从未有过夜莺百啭,
唱出过如此迷人的歌,
在沙漠中的绿荫间
抚慰过疲惫的旅客；
还从未有过杜鹃迎春,
声声啼得如此震动灵魂,
在遥远的赫布利底群岛
打破过大海的寂寥.
她唱什么,谁能告诉我?
忧伤的音符不断流涌,
是把遥远的不聿诉说?
是把古代的战争吟咏?
也许她的歌比较卑谦,
只是唱今日平凡的悲欢,
只是唱自然的哀伤苦痛——
昨天经受过,明天又将重逢?
姑娘唱什么,我猜不着,
她的歌如流水永无尽头；
只见她一面唱一面干活,
弯腰挥镰,操劳不休……
我凝神不动,听她歌唱,
然后,当我登上了山岗,
尽管歌声早已不能听到,
它却仍在我心头缭绕.
Notes
1] Coleridge, Wordsworth, and his sister had visited the Scottish Highlands in 1803. Dorothy's Recollections for September 13 that year notes: "It was harvest time, and the fields were quietly -- might I be allowed to say pensively? -- enlivened by small companies of reapers. It is not uncommon in the more lonely parts of the Highlands to see a single person so employed." In a note to the 1807 edition, Wordsworth traced the poem's source: "This Poem was suggested by a beautiful sentence in a MS Tour in Scotland written by a Friend, the last line being taken from it verbatim." Thomas Wilkinson's manuscript, Tours to the British Mountains (London, 1824), states: "Passed a Female who was reaping alone: she sung in Erse as she bended over her sickle; the sweetest human voice I ever heard: her strains were tenderly melancholy, and felt delicious, long after they were heard no more" (12).
2] Highland: mountainous region in northern Scotland associated with the Celtic clans.
7] Vale profound: broad, deep valley between two high ranges; possibly the world itself, as a place of suffering
9] Nightingale: a small song-bird, well-known for the male's musical notes in the mating and nesting season. In Classical myth, the female nightingale is that to which Philomela, tragically raped and mutilated by her sister Procne's husband, metamorphoses on carrying out her revenge.
14] Cuckoo-bird: song-bird migrating to Britain in the spring and associated with renewal.
16] Hebrides: islands northwest of Scotland in the Atlantic.
18] plaintive numbers: conventional poetic phrase, as in George Dyer's "Ode XIX. To a Young Painter and Poetess" (1801):
21] humble lay: conventional poetic diction, as in Thomas Warton's "ODE V. To a Gentleman upon his Travels thro' Italy" (1747), lines 1-3:
勃朗宁夫人：
Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861)
The soul’s Rialto hath its merchandise;
I barter curl for curl upon that mart,
And from my poet’s forehead to my heart
Receive this lock which outweighs argosies, --
As purply black, as erst to Pindar’s eyes
The dim purpureal tresses gloomed athwart
The nine white Muse-brows. For this counterpart,
The bay-crown’s shade, Beloved, I surmise,
Still lingers on thy curl, it is so black!
Thus, with a fillet of smooth-kissing breath,
I tie the shadows safe from gliding back,
And lay the gift where nothing hindereth;
Here on my heart, as on thy brow, to lack
No natural heat till mine grows cold in death.
心灵利雅托--伊丽莎白·巴瑞特·勃朗宁
王道余 译
心灵利雅托,也有其交易,
一卷对一卷,换物在彼市,
从君诗人额,到我心里面,
得此头发卷,重过大货船,
发色黑带紫,如品达曾见,
紫中又透黑,缪斯白额前,
忧郁垂下来.你发如彼发,
我的爱,我猜,月桂冠影暗,
犹在你发卷,乌黑如这般!
轻吻般呼气,犹如丝带绾,
将此暗影栓,不再掉下边,
将此珍贵礼,置于我心间；
此地无人扰,犹在你额前,
在我死之前,不会缺温暖.
我是怎样地爱你 (勃朗宁夫人（英）)
我是怎样地爱你?让我逐一细算.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
我爱你尽我的心灵所能及到的
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
深邃、宽广、和高度－－正象我探求
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
玄冥中上帝的存在和深厚的神恩.
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
我爱你的程度,就象日光和烛焰下
I love thee to the level of everyday's
那每天不用说得的需要.我不加思虑地
Most quiet , by sun and candle-light
爱你,就象男子们为正义而斗争；
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
我纯洁地爱你,象他们在赞美前低头.
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
我爱你以我童年的信仰；我爱你
I love thee with the passion put to use
以满怀热情,就象往日满腔的辛酸；
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith
我爱你,抵得上那似乎随着消失的圣者
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
而消逝的爱慕.我爱你以我终生的
With my lost saints, -- I love thee with the breath,
呼吸,微笑和泪珠－－假使是上帝的
Smiles, tears,and all my life -- and, if God choose;
意旨,那么,我死了我还要更加爱你!
I shall but love thee better after death.
1. 埃德蒙·斯宾塞
Sonnet
十四行
Fresh spring the herald of loves mighty king,
新春啊,你这君临万方的爱神的先驱,
In whose cote armour richly are displayed
你的外衣富丽堂皇,展现出
All sorts of flowers the which on earth do spring
世间的繁花万朵,不胜枚举,
In goodly colours gloriously arrayed.
她那婀娜多姿的服装,耀人眼目.
Go to my love, Where she is carelesse laid,
找我的爱人去吧,她满不在乎,
Yet in her winters bowre:
她仍在她冬天的闺房里深睡不醒：
Tell her the joyous time will not be staid
告诉她：快乐的时光不会永驻,
Unlesse she do him by the forelock take,
除非她能把它牢牢地捏在手中；
Bid her therefore her selfe soon ready make,
嘱咐她要把一切的准备快完成,
To wait on love amongst his lovely crew.
好去那一群丽人当中把爱神恭迎：
Where every one that misseth then her make,
谁若是还打动不了爱人的魂灵,
Shall be by him amercest with penance dew.
爱神就必定给他以应有的严惩.
Make hast therefore sweet love, whilest it is prime,
快抓住这甜蜜的爱,趁着青春时候,
For none can call againe the passed time.
青春一去难再,像是大海东流.
2.威廉布莱克 William Blake
The Tyger 老虎
Tiger! Tiger! Burning bright 老虎!老虎!光焰闪耀,
In the forests of the night, 在黑夜的丛林中熊熊燃烧, '
What immortal hand or eye 什么样的不朽之手和眼
Could frame thy fearful symmetry? 造成你那可怕的匀称外貌?
In what distant deeps or skies 你眼中的烈火熊熊
Burnt the fire of thine eyes? 来自多远的深处或高空?
On what wings dare he aspire? 他凭什么翅膀敢飞到九天?
What the hand dare seize the fire? 什么样的手敢去抓这火焰?
And what shoulder, and what art, 什么样的臂力,什么样的技艺
Could twist the sinews of thy heart? 才能拧成你那心脏的腱肌?
And when thy heart began to beat, 什么样的手,什么样的脚,
What dread hand? And what dread feet? 才使得你的心脏开始弹跳?
What the hammer? What the chain? 用什么样的锤子?什么样的链条?
In what furnace was thy brain? 在什么样的炉里炼成了你的大脑?
What the anvil? What dread grasp 在什么样的铁砧上?用什么样的臂力
Dare its deadly terrors clasp? 敢抓住这可以致命的可怕东西?
When the stars threw down their spears, 当星星投下他们的矛枪,
And watered heaven with their tears, 用他们的泪水浇灌穹苍,
Did he smile his work to see? 他见到自己的作品时可微笑?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee? 难道是他造了你也造了羊羔?
Tiger! Tiger! Burning bright 老虎!老虎!光焰闪耀,
In the forests of the night, 在黑夜的丛林中熊熊燃烧,
What immortal hand or eye, 什么样的不朽之手和眼
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry? 造成你那可怕的匀称外貌?