在出去自杀的路上，我碰到

When I went out to kill myself, I caught

一伙儿暴徒，他们正在痛打一个人。

A pack of hoodlums beating up a man.

我跑过去解除他的痛苦，我忘了

Running to spare his suffering, I forgot

我的名字，我的编号，我的日子是如何开始的，

My name, my number, how my day began,

士兵们又如何在花园的石柱旁转来转去，

How soldiers milled around the garden stone

并唱着打趣的歌；忘了那一整天，

And sang amusing songs; how all that day

他们的标枪是如何与众人周旋的；忘了我自己

Their javelins measured crowds; how I alone

是如何讨到一个合适的价码，然后溜走的。

Bargained the proper coins, and slipped away.

从天堂被放逐之后，我看到了这个被痛打的受害者。

Banished from heaven, I found this victim beaten,

剥光衣服，跪着，被丢在那里哭喊着。我把绳子

Stripped, kneed, and left to cry. Dropping my rope

扔到一边，跑过去，也不理会那些穿制服的人：

Aside, I ran, ignored the uniforms:

然后我想起我的肉体曾吞下的面包，

Then I remembered bread my flesh had eaten,

那曾啃噬我肉体的吻。在无望的谴责声中，

The kiss that ate my flesh. Flayed without hope,

我徒劳地把这个人搂在怀里。

I held the man for nothing in my arms.