I liked my little hole,

我喜欢我的“洞穴”,

Its window facing a brick wall.

它的窗户面对一堵砖墙。

Next door there was a piano.

隔壁有一架钢琴。

A few evenings a month

每个月有几晚

a crippled old man came to play

一个跛足的老人来这儿弹奏

“My Blue Heaven.”

“我的蓝色天堂。”

Mostly, though, it was quiet.

然而多数时候,它很安静。

Each room with its spider in heavy overcoat

每个房间都有蜘蛛在厚重的大衣里

Catching his fly with a web

用一张网捕捉它的苍蝇

Of cigarette smoke and revery.

及烟雾和空想。

So dark,

如此黑暗，

I could not see my face in the shaving mirror.

我无法在剃须镜里看到我的脸。

At 5 A.M. the sound of bare feet upstairs.

早晨5点光脚上楼的声音。

The “Gypsy” fortuneteller,

店面开在街角的

Whose storefront is on the corner,

“吉普赛”占卜者，

Going to pee after a night of love.

在爱之夜后正要去小解。

Once, too, the sound of a child sobbing.

一次，也有一个孩子啜泣的声音。

So near it was, I thought

它那么近，我想

For a moment, I was sobbing myself.

过一会儿，我自己也要哭了。