The Chimney-Sweeper

A little black thing among the snow:
Crying‘ weep！weep！’in notes of woe!
Where are thy father and mother? say?
They are both gone up to the church to pray.

Because I was happy upon the heath,
And smil'd among the winters snow:
They clothed me in the clothes of death,
And taught me to sing the notes of woe.

And because I am happy and dance and sing,
They think they have done me no injury:
And are gone to praise God and his Priest and  King,
Who make up a heaven of our misery. 
                                                           

                            William Blake

扫烟囱的孩子

译文/冰默樱娘

一个满身污垢的小小身影站在大雪里，
“扫烟囱！扫烟囱！”他的叫声悲戚！
“告诉我，你的父母在哪里？”
“他们都去了教堂祷告上帝。”

“因为我喜欢在荒野上嬉戏，
在冬天的大雪中也满脸笑意，
他们就给我穿上丧衣，
还教我用悲声唱丧曲。”

“因为我快乐地又唱又跳，
他们就觉得对我的所为无害无虞，
于是就去赞美牧师、国王和上帝——
这些人用我们的痛苦成就了一个极乐之地。”