Rain, midnight rain, nothing but the wild rain

雨，午夜的雨，仅有这疯狂的雨

On this bleak hut, and solitude, and me

击打阴冷小屋，以及孤独，以及我

Remembering again that I shall die

令我再次想起，我的死期将至

And neither hear the rain nor give it thanks

便不会再听见雨声，也不会再因它

For washing me cleaner than I have been

首次——自我出生于孤独以来——

Since I was born into this solitude.

将我洗刷得如此干净而感激。

Blessed are the dead that the rain rains upon:

被雨水冲淋着，死者是有福的：

But here I pray that none whom once I loved

但我此刻祈祷，所有我曾爱过的人

Is dying to-night or lying still awake

都不要在今夜死去，或仍无法入眠，

Solitary, listening to the rain,

孤零零听着雨声，心怀痛苦或同情，

Either in pain or thus in sympathy

无助地躺在生者与死者之间，

Helpless among the living and the dead,

仿佛残败芦苇丛中的一汪寒水；

Like a cold water among broken reeds,

大片的芦苇折断、僵硬不动，

Myriads of broken reeds all still and stiff,

如同我一切的爱，都已被消灭在这

Like me who have no love which this wild rain

暴雨之中：除了对死亡的爱，

Has not dissolved except the love of death,

如果那是对完美的、不会带来——

If love it be for what is perfect and

暴风雨告诉我——失望的事物的爱。

Cannot, the tempest tells me, disappoint.