In the forest at night,
What immortal hands or eyes?
Can shape your terrible symmetry.
Tiger! Tiger! In the dark forest
Burning light,
What kind of hand or eye is it?
Make you so majestic?
How far in the depth or sky?
Burn the flame in your eyes?
Why does he dare to yearn for it?
What kind of hand dares to catch fire?
The flame in your bright eyes
How far does it burn in the sky or abyss?
What wings does he fight with?
What kind of hands are used to catch the flame?
What kind of shoulders and art
Will distort the muscles of your heart?
When your heart starts to beat,
What kind of hands and feet of fear?
What kind of muscles and skills,
Rub the muscles of the heart?
When your heart starts to beat,
How to use fierce wrists and ankles?
What hammer? What chain?
What furnace is your brain in?
What anvil? What a terrible grip
Dare to catch its deadly terror?
What hammer is it? What kind of chain?
In what kind of furnace did you refine your brain?
What kind of anvil is it? What kind of iron arm
Dare to catch this terrible monster?
When the stars cast their spears,
Watering heaven with their tears,
Did he read his work with a smile?
Did the God who made the lamb make you?
The stars threw spears.
Their tears wet the sky,
Does he smile and appreciate his work?
Did he create you and the lamb?
Tiger, tiger, burning light
In the forest at night,
What immortal hands or eyes?
Dare to frame your terrible symmetry?
The stars threw spears.
Their tears wet the sky,
Does he smile and appreciate his work?
Did he create you and the lamb?