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猛虎，猛虎，火焰似的烧红
在深夜的莽丛,
何等神明的巨眼或是手
能擘画你的骇人的雄厚？
在何等遥远的海底还是天顶
烧着你眼火的纯晶？
跨什么翅膀他胆敢飞腾？
凭什么手敢擒住那威棱？
是何等肩腕，是何等神通，
能雕镂你的脏腑的系统？
等到你的心开始了活跳，
何等震惊的手，何等震惊的脚？
椎的是什么锤？使的是什么练？
在什么洪炉里熬炼你的脑液？
什么砧座？什么骇异的拿把
胆敢它的凶恶的惊怕擒抓？
当群星放射它们的金芒，
满天上泛滥着它们的泪光，
见到他的工程，他露不露笑容?
追你的不就是那造小羊的神工?
猛虎，猛虎，火焰似的烧红
在深夜的莽丛，
何等神明的巨眼或是手
胆敢擘画你的惊人的雄厚?
TIGER, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire
And what shoulder and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand and what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears,
And water'd heaven with their tears,
Did He smile His work to see?
Did He who made the lamb make thee?
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
