The wounded surgeon plies the steel
受伤的医生挥动着钢刀
That questions the distempered part;
细心探究发病的部位；
Beneath the bleeding hands we feel
在流血的双手下我们感觉到
The sharp compassion of the healer's art.
医生满怀强烈同情的技艺
Resolving the enigma of the fever chart.
在揭开体温图表上的谜。
Our only health is the disease
我们仅有的健康是疾病
If we obey the dying nurse
如果我们听从那位垂危的护士——
Whose constant care is not to please
她坚定不移的关注不是使我们欢欣
But to remind of our, and Adam's curse,
而是提醒我们和亚当蒙受的灾祸，
And that, to be restored, our sickness must grow worse.
一旦灾祸重临，我们的病必将变为沉疴。
The whole earth is our hospital
整个世界是我们的医院
Endowed by the ruined millionaire,
由那个不幸的百万富翁资助，
Wherein, if we do well, we shall
在那里，如果我们的病况好转，
Die of the absolute paternal care
我们就将死于专制的父爱的关注，
That will not leave us, but prevents us everywhere.
它须臾不离引导着我们，不论我们身在何处。
The chill ascends from feet to knees,
冷意从两脚间升向膝盖，
The fever sings in mental wires.
热度在精神的弦线中歌词。
If to be warmed, then I must freeze
如果使我暖和起来，那么，我准会在
And quake in frigid purgatorial fires
寒冷的地狱之火中站立而冻僵，
Of which the flame is roses, and the smoke is briars.
炼火的烈焰是玫瑰，而浓烟是多刺的荆棘。
The dripping blood our only drink,
滴出的血是我们唯一的饮料，
The bloody flesh our only food:
血腥的肉是我们唯一的食粮，
In spite of which we like to think
即使这样，我们仍然乐于称道
That we are sound, substantial flesh and blood -
我们是有血有肉的人，结实而又健康——
Again, in spite of that, we call this Friday good.
同样，尽管如此，我们称道这个星期五好。
