In the Shreve High football stadium,

在施里夫高中的足球场上，

I think of Polacks nursing long beers in Tiltonsville,

我想起在提尔登斯威尔喝啤酒的波兰人，

And gray faces of Negroes in the blast furnace at Benwood,

本伍德的高炉前那些黑人灰暗的脸，

And the ruptured night watchman of Wheeling Steel,

以及威灵钢厂那个得疝气的守门人，

Dreaming of heroes.

梦想着英雄们的到来。

All the proud fathers are ashamed to go home.

这些骄傲的父亲羞于回家。

Their women cluck like starved pullets,

他们的女人像饥饿的母鸡一样咯咯叫着，

Dying for love.

如饥似渴地需要爱抚。

Therefore,

所以，

Their sons grow suicidally beautiful

他们的儿子有着颇具杀伤力的美貌，

At the beginning of October,

在这个十月初，

And gallop terribly against each other's bodies.

他们剧烈地奔跑，相互冲撞着身体。