I wander thro'each charter'd street，

我踯躅在每一条特权的街上，

Near where the charter'd Thames does flow.

在那特权的太晤士河附近，

And mark in every face I meet

我发觉每副面孔都刻上

Marks of weakness, marks of woe.

软弱的印痕，苦难的印痕。

In every cry of every Man，

从每个婴儿的恐怖的哭声，

In every Infants cry of fear，

从每个人的每一声叫嚷，

In every voice：in every ban，

从每一句语音，每一个禁令，

The mind-forg'd manacles I hear

我都听出心造的镣铐的声响。

How the Chimney-sweepers cry

扫烟囱孩子的叫喊怎样令

Every blackning Church appalls，

每座越扫越黑的教堂显得狰狞；

And the hapless Soldiers sigh

而每个不幸的士兵的叹息

Runs in blood down Palace walls

都化为鲜血注入宫墙里。

But most thro'midnight streets I hear

但最可怕是夜半的街头

How the youthful Harlots curse

我听见年轻的卖淫妇的诅咒，

Blasts the new-born Infants tear

它枯萎了新生婴孩的眼泪，

And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse.

用瘟病把婚礼的殡车摧毁。