谁还用得着怜悯

Pity would be no more，

我们若不使人贫困？

If we did not make somebody Poor：

慈悲将无法存在

And Mercy no more could be，

若是人人一样欢快。

If all were as happy as we；

均势带来了和平，

And mutual fear brings peace；

直到私爱的加增；

Till the selfish loves increase.

于是“残忍”织了一个网罗，

Then Cruelty knits a snare，

把他的食饵小心散播。

And spreads his baits with care.

他提心吊胆地坐下来，

He sits down with holy fears，

用眼泪把地面灌溉；

And waters the ground with tears：

于是“屈辱”在他脚下

Then Humility takes its root

渐渐抽出根芽。

Underneath his foot.

不久“神秘”把阴森的篷帐

Soon spreads the dismal shade

张开在他的头上；

Of Mystery over his head；

还有毛虫和苍蝇

And the Catterpiller and Fly，

在“神秘”身上寄生。

Feed on the Mystery.

于是他结出果子“欺骗”，

And it bears the fruit of Deceit，

吃起来又香又甜；

Ruddy and sweet to eat；

于是乌鸦把他的巢筑起，

And the Raven his nest has made

在它的最浓荫里。

In its thickest shade.

大地和海洋的神，

The Gods of the earth and sea，

到处把这棵树找寻；

Sought thro'Nature to find this Tree

但他们的搜索完全落空，

But their search was all in vain：

这棵树只长在人心中。

There grows one in the Human Brain.