The Blind Boy
——Colley Cibber
O say, what is that thing called light,
Which I can ne'er enjoy?
What is the blessing of the sight?
O tell your poor blind boy!
You talk of wondrous things you see.
You say the sun shines bright;
I feel him warm, but how can he
Then make it day or night?
My day or night myself I make
Whene'er I sleep or play;
And could I ever keep awake
With me 'twere always day.
With heavy sighs I often hear
You mourn my hapless woe;
But sure with patience I may bear
A loss I ne'er can know.
Then let not what I cannot have
My cheer of mind destroy;
Whilst thus I sing, I am a king,
Although a poor blind boy.

盲童
柯莱·西柏
哎，你说，被叫做光的东西是什么？
我永远也享受不到它。
能看得见的幸福是什么？
哎，告诉你可怜的盲童吧！
你讲到你所看见的各种奇妙事物，
你们说太阳照耀得明亮；
我感到他温暖，可他怎么能
把世界分出黑夜和白天？
我这样分我的白天和夜晚：
在我睡眠或游戏的时候；
我只要一直保持苏醒，
我觉得那就是白天没完。
我常听到你们一次又一次
为我的不幸而叹息；
可我完全能忍受
我永远不会了解的损失。
那就别让我永远得不到的东西
破坏我精神上的欢乐；
当我这样歌唱时，我就是皇帝，
尽管我是个可怜的盲童。

刚看见标题还以为是煌奇吧