The Chimney Sweeper 掃煙囪的小男孩

　　掃煙囪的小男孩

　　William Blake

　　威廉 布萊克

　　When my mother died I was very young,

　　我母親死的時(shí)候，我還小，

　　And my father sold me while yet my tongue

　　我父親把我賣給了別人，

　　Could scarcely cry "weep! weep! weep! weep!

　　我當(dāng)時(shí)還不太喊得清”掃呀，掃呀”，

　　So your chimney I sweep, in soot I sleep.

　　就這樣白天掃你們的煙囪，晚上在煙灰里睡覺。

　　There's little Tom Dacre who cried when his head

　　有個(gè)小湯姆，頭發(fā)卷得像羊毛，

　　That curl'd like a lamb's back, was shav'd, so I said,

　　剃光的時(shí)候，哭得好傷心，好難受，

　　"Hush, Tom! never mind it, for when our head's bare,

　　我就說：“小湯姆，別哭，光了頭，

　　You know that the soot cannot spoil your white hair."

　　煙灰就不會(huì)糟蹋你的頭發(fā)了。”

　　And so he was quiet, that very night,

　　他平靜了下來，當(dāng)天夜里，

　　As Tom was a-sleeping he had such a sight!

　　湯姆睡著了，夢見了這樣的景象，

　　That thousands of sweepers, Dick, Joe, Ned, Jack,

　　迪克、喬、南德、杰克等千千萬萬個(gè)掃煙菌小孩

　　Were all of them lock'd up in coffins of black;

　　統(tǒng)統(tǒng)被鎖進(jìn)了黑棺材。

　　And by came an angel who had a bright key,

　　后來來了個(gè)天使，拿了把金鑰匙，

　　And he open Jd the coffins set them all free;

　　他打開棺材放出了孩子們，

　　Then down a green plain, leaping, laughing they run

　　他們又跳又笑地來到了草地上，

　　And wash in a river, and shine in the sun;

　　洗浴于河水，晾曬于陽光。

　　Then naked white, all their bags left behind,

　　把工具袋丟下，赤條條的，白白的，

　　They rise upon clouds, and sport in the wind,

　　他們升到云端，在風(fēng)中嬉戲;

　　And the angel told Tom, if he'd be a good boy,

　　“只要你做個(gè)好孩子，”天使對(duì)湯姆說，

　　He'd have God for his father, and never want joy.

　　上帝會(huì)做你的父親，永不缺少歡喜

　　And so Tom awoke; and we rose in the dark,

　　湯姆于是夢醒，我們在黑暗中起床，

　　Andgotwithourbags ourbrushestowork.

　　拿起工具袋和刷子去干活。

　　Tho‘ the morning was cold, Tom was happy warm;

　　晨風(fēng)雖冷，湯姆自感心歡溫暖;

　　So if all do their duty, they need not fear harm.

　　如果所有人都恪盡職守，就不怕災(zāi)難。