Let us go then, you and I,

那么让我们⾛吧，我和你 ，

When the evening is spread out against the sky

当暮⾊蔓延在天际

Like a patient etherized upon a table;

像病⼈上了⼄醚，躺在⼿术台上；

Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,

让我们⾛吧，穿过某些半是冷落的街，

The muttering retreats

不安息的夜喃喃有声地撤退，

Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels

退⼊只宿⼀宵的便宜旅店，

And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:

以及满地锯末和牡蛎壳的饭馆：

Streets that follow like a tedious argument

紧随的⼀条条街像⼀场⽤⼼险恶、

Of insidious intent

⽆⽐冗⻓的争执，

To lead you to an overwhelming question ...

把你带向⼀个使你不知所措的问题……

Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”

噢，别问，“那是什么？”

Let us go and make our visit.

让我们⾛，让我们去做客。

In the room the women come and go

房间⾥⼥⼈们来了⼜⾛，

Talking of Michelangelo.

嘴⾥谈着⽶开朗琪罗。

The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes,

⻩⾊的雾在玻璃窗上擦着它的背脊，

The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes,

⻩⾊的雾在玻璃窗上擦着它的⼝络，

Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,

把它的⾆头舐进⻩昏的⾓落，

Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,

逗留在⼲涸的⽔坑上，

Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,

任烟囱⾥跌下的灰落在它背上，

Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,

从台阶上滑下，忽地⼜跃起，

And seeing that it was a soft October night,

看到这是个温柔的⼗⽉夜晚，

Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.

围着房⼦踅⼀圈，然后呼呼⼊睡。

And indeed there will be time

啊，确实，将来总会有时间

For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,

让⻩⾊的雾沿着街道悄悄滑⾏，

Rubbing its back upon the window-panes;

在玻璃窗上擦着它的背脊，

There will be time, there will be time

将来总会有时间，总会有时间

To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;

准备好⼀副⾯容去⻅你想⻅的⾯容，

There will be time to murder and create,

总会有时间去谋杀和创造，

And time for all the works and days of hands

去从事⼈⼿每天的劳作，

That lift and drop a question on your plate;

在你的茶盘上提起⼜放下⼀个问题，

Time for you and time for me,

有时间给你，有时间给我，

And time yet for a hundred indecisions,

有时间上百次迟疑不决，

And for a hundred visions and revisions,

有时间上百次拥有幻象、更改幻象，

Before the taking of a toast and tea.

在⽤⼀⽚烤⾯包和茶之前。

In the room the women come and go

房间⾥⼥⼈们来了⼜⾛，

Talking of Michelangelo.

嘴⾥谈着⽶开朗琪罗。

And indeed there will be time

啊，确实将来总会有时间

To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?”

去琢磨，“我敢吗？”“我敢吗？”

Time to turn back and descend the stair,

会有时间转⾝⾛下楼梯，

With a bald spot in the middle of my hair —

我头发中露着⼀块秃斑——

(They will say: “How his hair is growing thin!”)

（她们会说：“他的头发多稀！”）

My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,

我穿着晨礼服，腭下的领⼦笔挺，

My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin —

领结雅致⽽堂皇，但被⼀个简朴的别针系定——

(They will say: “But how his arms and legs are thin!”)

（她们会说：“可他的胳膊和腿多么细！”）

Do I dare

我敢不敢

Disturb the universe?

扰乱这个宇宙？

In a minute there is time

在⼀分钟⾥还有时间决定

For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.

和修改决定，过⼀分钟再推翻决定。

For I have known them all already, known them all:

因为我已熟悉了她们的⼀切，熟悉了这⼀切——

Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,

熟悉了那些⻩昏、早晨和下午，

I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;

我已⽤咖啡匙量出我的⽣活，

I know the voices dying with a dying fall

我知道⼈声随着隔壁⾳乐的

Beneath the music from a farther room.

渐渐降下⽽慢慢低微、停歇。

               So how should I presume?

　　　所以我⼜怎样能推测？

And I have known the eyes already, known them all—

因为我已熟悉了那些眼睛，熟悉了这⼀切——

The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,

那些眼睛⽤公式化的句⼦钉住你，

And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,

当我被公式化了，在钉针下爬，

When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,

被钉在墙上，蠕动挣扎，

Then how should I begin

那么我⼜怎样开始

To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?

吐出我所有的⽇⼦和习惯的烟蒂？

               And how should I presume?

　　　所以我⼜怎样能推测？

And I have known the arms already, known them all—

因为我已熟悉了那些胳臂，熟悉了这⼀切——

Arms that are braceleted and white and bare

戴上⼿镯的胳臂，裸露、⽩净，

(But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!)

（但在灯光下，淡褐⾊的汗⽑茸茸）

Is it perfume from a dress

是不是⼀件⾐服⾥传来的⾹⽓

That makes me so digress?

使得我们的话这样离题？

Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl.

卧在桌⼦上的胳臂，或裹着纱⼱。

               And should I then presume?

　　　我那时就该推测吗？

               And how should I begin?

　　　我⼜怎样开始？

Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets

…………　

And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes

Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows? ...

我要不要说，我在暮⾊中⾛过狭隘的街道 [9]

看到只穿着衬衫的男⼈，孤独地

I should have been a pair of ragged claws

倚在窗⼝，烟⽃中的烟袅袅升起？……

Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.

我本应成为⼀对粗糙的⽖⼦ 

And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully!

急急地掠过静静的海底。

Smoothed by long fingers,

Asleep ... tired ... or it malingers,

…………

Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me.

Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,

还有那下午，那傍晚，睡得如此安详！

Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?

为纤⻓的⼿指爱抚，

But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,

睡了……倦了……或者装病，

Though I have seen my head (grown slightly bald) brought in upon a platter,

躺在地板上，这⾥，在你和我的⾝边。

I am no prophet — and here’s no great matter;

在⽤过茶⽔、点⼼、冰激凌后，我就有

I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,

⼒量把这⼀时刻推向决定性的关头？

And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,

但我虽然已经哭泣和斋戒、哭泣和祷告，

And in short, I was afraid.

虽然我看到过我的头（微微变秃）在⼀只盘⼦中递进，

我不是先知——这也不是什么了不起的事情，

And would it have been worth it, after all,

我⻅到过我伟⼤的时刻的晃摇，

After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,

我⻅到过那永恒的“侍从”捧着我的外⾐，暗笑，

Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,

⼀句话，我怕。

Would it have been worth while,

To have bitten off the matter with a smile,

⽽且，到底是不是值得，

To have squeezed the universe into a ball

当饮料、橘⼦酱和茶都已⽤完，

To roll it towards some overwhelming question,

在瓷器中，在你和我的⼀场谈话中，

To say: “I am Lazarus, come from the dead,

是不是值得带着微笑

Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all”—

把这件事情啃下⼀⼝，

If one, settling a pillow by her head

把这个宇宙挤⼊⼀只球，

               Should say: “That is not what I meant at all;

把球滚向使⼈不知所措的问题，

               That is not it, at all.”

说：“我是拉撒路，我将告诉你们⼀切”—— 

⽽万⼀那个⼈，把她枕头在脑后整⼀整，

And would it have been worth it, after all,

　　　居然说：“那根本不是我的意思。

Would it have been worth while,

　　　不是，压根⼉不是。”

After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets,

After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor—

⽽且，到底是不是值得，

And this, and so much more?—

是不是值得，

It is impossible to say just what I mean!

在⼣阳⻄下，在庭院漫步，街道洒了⽔后

But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen:

读⼩说、⽤茶点，⻓裙曳地之后——

Would it have been worth while

这个，还有更多的？——

If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,

要说我想说的不可能！

And turning toward the window, should say:

但仿佛幻灯把神经的图样投上了屏幕：

               “That is not it at all,

是不是值得。

               That is not what I meant, at all.”

如果⼀个⼈，放好⼀个枕头或扔掉⼀块纱⼱，

转⾝向窗⼦说道：

No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;

　　　“那根本就不是，

Am an attendant lord, one that will do

　　　那压根⼉就不是我想说的。”

To swell a progress, start a scene or two,

Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,

…………

Deferential, glad to be of use,

Politic, cautious, and meticulous;

不，我不是哈姆雷特王⼦，⽣下来就不是，

Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;

我只是个侍从爵⼠，这样⼀个家伙，

At times, indeed, almost ridiculous—

为⼀次巡⾏捧捧场，闹⼀两个好笑的场景，

Almost, at times, the Fool.

给王⼦出出主意；⽆疑，⼀件顺⼿的⼯具，

服服帖帖，能派点⽤处也就知趣，

I grow old ... I grow old ...

考虑周到，⼩⼼翼翼，战战兢兢，

I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.

满⼝华丽的辞藻，但有⼀点愚笨，

有时，⼏乎是个丑⾓。

Shall I part my hair behind?   Do I dare to eat a peach?

I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.

我⽼了……我⽼了…… 

I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.

我要把我的裤脚卷⾼了。

I do not think that they will sing to me.

我要我的头发往后分？ 我真敢吃桃⼦？

我将漫步在海滩上，穿⽩法兰绒裤⼦。

I have seen them riding seaward on the waves

我听到过美⼈⻥彼此唱着曲⼦。

Combing the white hair of the waves blown back

When the wind blows the water white and black.

我想她们不会为我歌唱。

We have lingered in the chambers of the sea

By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown

我看到过美⼈⻥骑波驰向⼤海，

Till human voices wake us, and we drown.

梳着被⻛吹回的⽩发般的波浪，

当狂⻛把海⽔吹得⼜⿊⼜⽩。

我们在⼤海的房间⾥逗留，

那⾥海仙⼥佩戴红的、棕的海草花饰，

⼀旦⼈的声⾳惊醒我们，我们就淹死。