那腓尼基人弗莱巴斯，已经两个星期的死亡，

Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead,

忘记了海鸥的鸣叫，深海的波涛，

Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea swell

收益和失去。

And the profit and loss.

海里的一股水流，

                                   A current under sea

在低语中拾起他的骨头。随之起起落落，

Picked his bones in whispers. As he rose and fell

他经过了他老去和年少的时光，

He passed the stages of his age and youth

坠入漩涡。

Entering the whirlpool.

外邦人或犹太人啊

                                   Gentile or Jew

你们转动轮盘又观望风向，

O you who turn the wheel and look to windward,

想想弗莱巴斯，也曾像你们那样高大俊朗。

Consider Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you.