The Tyger
老虎
William Blake · 威廉·布莱克
Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain,
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp,
Dare its deadly terrors clasp!
When the stars threw down their spears
And water'd heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
老虎，老虎，燃烧的明亮，
在黑夜的森林里；
是怎样的不朽之手或眼，
塑造了你可怕的匀称？
在怎样遥远的深渊或天空，
燃着你双眼的火焰？
他敢乘怎样的翅膀飞翔？
怎样的手，敢去攫取那火？
怎样的肩膀，怎样的技艺，
能拧成你心脏的肌腱？
当你的心开始跳动，
是怎样可怖的手？怎样可怖的脚？
怎样的锤子？怎样的锁链，
在怎样的熔炉中炼成你的脑？
怎样的铁砧？怎样可怖的握力，
敢紧攥那致命的恐怖！
当群星掷下它们的矛，
用泪水浇灌了天空：
他可曾微笑着看自己的作品？
造了羔羊的，可也造了你？
老虎，老虎，燃烧的明亮，
在黑夜的森林里；
是怎样的不朽之手或眼，
敢塑造你可怕的匀称？
布莱克《经验之歌》的名篇。造物主为何既能造出羔羊，也能造出老虎——善恶同源的天问，两百年来无人能答。