歌词
Whether He the quaint savant's power doth held I know not
我不知道祂是否有那智慧学者的能力，
Albeit aetat a thousand stars' birth He is
但祂的确经历过千百星辰的诞生——
Zuoth I that for reasons to me oblivious
我这样说道，原因已经忘记
August of a granditude of servants is He held
威严出自祂拥有的大批奴仆，
And by plastic consonantry e'en more servants to the host added are
而因易塑的共鸣之心，主人的奴仆甚至与日俱增——
Pelf they are, dare I say
我敢说，他们只是一笔不义之财罢了！
Maugre His diurnal seraphic deviltry
即使祂每日行炽天使般的恶魔之事
I say that deviltry - 'tis forsooth deviltry
我也说那恶行——确实是恶魔之行！——
Mind not this in scintillating shades clad is
不要想这包裹在闪耀变化的色彩之中；
To claim the glore is He suffer'd
去尋求那祂允許的榮光。
"Grant me the fatlings", gouth He, "the fatter the better!"
「为我献上养肥的牲畜」，祂说，「越肥越好！」，
And died they of starvation
然后他们便饥饿而死；
They are not slaughtering their fatlings
他们并不是在宰杀肥畜——
They are slaughtering 'hemselves
而是在屠杀自我。
Sith I at time of yester the questions durst ask
既然昨日我敢问出这些问题，
And dare I say this burthen weightful was
我也敢说这沉重的负担正是，
Wrack of His machine - like motion was I nam'd
由祂那，我命名为，机械般的动作给予的折磨，
Tho' blind and fond the jesters rebuilt
虽然盲目而愚蠢的弄臣们将机械
The machine alike - yet whetted and dight are its edges...
复原得十分相似——但它的边缘却被磨光又装点了起来……
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