John Wesley Harding / ジョン・ウェズリー・ハーディング
I pity the poor immigrant
Who wishes he would've stayed home
貧しい移民はかわいそう
生まれ故郷にいたかったのに
Who uses all his power to do evil
But in the end is always left so alone
すべての力を悪事に利用され
でも最後にはいつもひとりぼっち
That man whom with his fingers cheats
And who lies with ev'ry breath
あの男は指先で騙し
息を吐くように嘘をつく
Who passionately hates his life
And likewise, fears his death
いきり立って人生を憎み
そのうえに死を怖れる
I pity the poor immigrant
Whose strength is spent in vain
貧しい移民はかわいそう
能力を無駄に消耗して
Whose heaven is like Ironsides
Whose tears are like rain
彼の天国は鉄騎隊のよう
涙は雨のよう
*鉄騎隊...清教徒革命（イングランド内戦）でオリバー・クロムウェルが指揮した騎兵隊に付けられたあだ名
Who eats but is not satisfied
Who hears but does not see
満足なほど食べず
見るほどには聴こえず
Who falls in love with wealth itself
And turns his back on me
裕福さに心を奪われ
私に背を向けた
I pity the poor immigrant
Who tramples through the mud
貧しい移民はかわいそう
ぬかるみを踏みつけて通り過ぎる
Who fills his mouth with laughing
And who builds his town with blood
口の中を笑いで満たすのは誰だ
そして血で自分の街を築くのは誰だ
Whose visions in the final end
Must shatter like the glass
彼のビジョンは終いには
ガラスのように砕け散る
I pity the poor immigrant
When his gladness comes to pass
貧しい移民はかわいそう
その喜びが起こる時
参考：ボブ・ディラン全詩302篇