梦千寻London
伦敦
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.
我彷徨在每一条特许街上
特许的泰晤士河不停流淌
我遇见的每张脸上都有一个印记
那是关于虚弱、关于悲伤的印记
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:
在每个男人的每一声呐喊里
在每个婴儿对恐惧的哭喊里
每一种声音，每一道禁令
精神锻造的镣铐响个不停
How the chimney-sweeper’s cry
Every blackening church appals,
And the hapless soldier’s sigh
Runs in blood down palace-walls.
扫烟囱的孩子的悲泣
惊骇了每一座熏黑的教堂
不幸的士兵们的叹息
和鲜血一起沿着宫墙向下流淌
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.
然而午夜街头之最
莫过年轻妓女的诅咒
咒骂新生儿的眼泪
咒骂肆虐的瘟疫如何把婚车变成灵柩
