To Tirzah歌词

作词 : William Blake
作曲 : Victor Vertunni
Whate'er is born of mortal birth
Must be consumèd with the earth,
To rise from generation free:
Then what have I to do with thee?

The ***es sprung from shame and pride,
Blowed in the morn, in evening died;
But mercy changed death into sleep;
The ***es rose to work and weep.

Thou, mother of my mortal part,
With cruelty didst mould my heart,
And with false self-deceiving tears
Didst bind my nostrils, eyes, and ears,

Didst close my tongue in senseless clay,
And me to mortal life betray.
The death of Jesus set me free:
Then what have I to do with thee?