我踯躅在每一条特权的街上，

I wander thro'each charter'd street，

在那特权的太晤士河附近，

Near where the charter'd Thames does flow.

我发觉每副面孔都刻上

And mark in every face I meet

软弱的印痕，苦难的印痕。

Marks of weakness, marks of woe.

从每个婴儿的恐怖的哭声，

In every cry of every Man，

从每个人的每一声叫嚷，

In every Infants cry of fear，

从每一句语音，每一个禁令，

In every voice：in every ban，

我都听出心造的镣铐的声响。

The mind-forg'd manacles I hear

扫烟囱孩子的叫喊怎样令

How the Chimney-sweepers cry

每座越扫越黑的教堂显得狰狞；

Every blackning Church appalls，

而每个不幸的士兵的叹息

And the hapless Soldiers sigh

都化为鲜血注入宫墙里。

Runs in blood down Palace walls

但最可怕是夜半的街头

But most thro'midnight streets I hear

我听见年轻的卖淫妇的诅咒，

How the youthful Harlots curse

它枯萎了新生婴孩的眼泪，

Blasts the new-born Infants tear

用瘟病把婚礼的殡车摧毁。

And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse.