当你偶然撞见你的情人和你的朋友

When you stumble across your lover and your friend

在你床上赤裸沉睡或只是躺着

naked in or on your bed

你大概会有话要说。

there are things that might be said.

要说的不是再见。

Goodbye is not one of them.

你将永远不会关上那扇被笨拙地打开的门，

You’ll never close that clumsily opened door,

他们将永远困在那个房间。

they’ll be stuck in that room forever.

但他们为何非得如此赤裸？

But did they have to be so naked?

如此缺乏体面？

So minus grace?

像在一洼泉水里苦苦挣扎？

Floundering around as if in a spring puddle?

腿太细长，腰太粗，

The legs too spindly, the waists too thick,

到处都乱糟糟，

the flubbers here and there,

一团团毛发……

the tufts of hair . . .

是的，那是一次背叛，

Yes, it was a betrayal,

但不是背叛你。

but not of you.

只是背叛了你对他们的

Only of some idea you’d had

某些想法，那种柔光的且神秘的，

of them, soft-lit and mystic,

带着细细筛落的雪

with snowfall sifting down

还有十二月淡紫色的黄昏—

and a mauve December sunset—

不是这种笨拙的瞬间，

not this gauche flash,

这种弯折凸起的身躯，

this flesh akimbo,

骤然暴露在你瞪视的目光之中。

caught in the glare of your stare.