Colley Cibber - The Blind Boy 汉译

O SAY what is that thing call’d Light,  <?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" />

  Which I must ne’er enjoy; 

What are the blessings 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 

  Or 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 can 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.