A Little Boy Lost Poem by Luo Zhihai

★A Little Boy Lost

☆by William Blake

Nought loves another as itself,
Nor venerates another so,
Nor is it possible to thought
A greater than itself to know.

'And, father, how can I love you
Or any of my brothers more?
I love you like the little bird
That picks up crumbs around the door.'

The Priest sat by and heard the child;
In trembling zeal he seized his hair,
He led him by his little coat,
And all admired the priestly care.

And standing on the altar high,
'Lo, what a fiend is here! said he:
'One who sets reason up for judge
Of our most holy mystery.'

The weeping child could not be heard,
The weeping parents wept in vain:
They stripped him to his little shirt,
And bound him in an iron chain,

And burned him in a holy place
Where many had been burned before;
The weeping parents wept in vain.
Are such thing done on Albion's shore?


▲Chinese Translation

★一个小男孩丧命

☆[英] 威廉•布莱克 (1757 -1827) 诗
☆[中] 罗志海 译


自己不爱别人
也不崇敬别人
也不可能去思索
比自己更知道了解

'而且，天父，我该怎么爱你
该怎么爱普天下所有的兄弟？
我爱你就像小鸟
叼着面包屑围着大门绕'

牧师坐在孩子身边聆听
揪住孩子头发，战栗，激情
他让孩子随身带着小外套
令人仰慕祭司的呵护关照

高高地站在祭坛上
'看哪，多么邪恶的一个恶魔！'他说：
'谁来制定一个
最神圣奥秘的法律判决'

哭泣的孩子不能听到
哭泣的父母徒劳地哭泣
牧师们剥去他的小衬衣
用铁链将他绑牢

在一个圣地将他烧死
这圣地以前烧死过许多人
哭泣的双亲枉然地哭泣
火刑惨烈，在阿尔比恩海岸执行


北京时间2014年12月19日翻译
Beijing time 12/19/2014 translation