姑且说你已死了

If it came about you died

那么说我爱过你就不为过：

it might be said I loved you:

爱就像死一样确凿绝对，

love is an absolute as death is,

谁也不会对另一方做什么假证——

and neither bears false witness to the other--

可是，你还活着。

But you remain alive.

不，我并不爱你

No, I do not love you

　　　　　我讨厌这个字，

                hate the word,

这个字蕴含私自的暴政，众口同声，

that private tyranny inside a public sound,

你的自由属于你，不属于我自己：

your freedom's yours and not my own:

但是我守持独立的疯狂犹如攥紧一柄剑，

but hold my separate madness like a sword,

将它插入你的身体，通宵不歇。

and plunge it in your body all night long.

假若死终将我们的骨头剥刮得只剩枯骨，

If death shall strip our bones of all but bones,

那么这便是肉而肉有着醉人的甜美

then here's the flesh and flesh that's drunken-sweet

犹如酒杯在诱人的月华中熠熠生辉：

as wine cups in deceptive lunar light:

伸出你的纤手将月光拧灭吧，

reach up your hand and turn the moonlight off,

不过也许它从来就不曾在那儿，

and maybe it was never there at all,

所以绝不要对我做什么承诺：

so never promise anything to me:

只要穿过今夜的距离到此，

but reach across the distance of tonight,

再次抚触这个流转的瞬间

and touch the moving moment once again

　　　　　　在你沉睡之前——

                  before you fall asleep--