小号的声音，嘹亮而专断，

The trumpet's voice, loud and authoritative,

引我走到亮灯的玻璃旁窥看这些跳舞的人——全都小于二十五——

Draws me a moment to the lighted glass

专注地挪步，潮红的脸对着脸，

To watch the dancers - all under twenty-five -

庄重地踏着幸福的节奏。

Solemnly on the beat of happiness.

——或是因为我想要，嗅着烟味和汗味，

- Or so I fancy, sensing the smoke and sweat,

幻想触摸姑娘的美妙。为什么要站在外面？

The wonderful feel of girls. Why be out there ?

但，又为什么要去到里面？性，是的，但什么

But then, why be in there? Sex, yes, but what

是性？当然，是想着最大分量的幸福

Is sex ? Surely to think the lion's share

被情侣们独占——完全

Of happiness is found by couples - sheer

错误，就我而言。

Inaccuracy, as far as I'm concerned.

召唤我的是那高悬的、喉咙粗野的钟

What calls me is that lifted, rough-tongued bell

（艺术，如果你喜欢这样称呼）它孤独的声音

(Art, if you like) whose individual sound

坚定地认为我也孤独。

Insists I too am individual.

它说；我听；其他人或许也听得见，

It speaks; I hear; others may hear as well,

但不是为我，我也不是为他们；其实幸福

But not for me, nor I for them; and so

也一样。所以我待在外面，

With happiness. Therefor I stay outside,

有我的理由，他们来回磕绊，

Believing this, and they maul to and fro,

有他的理由；彼此都满足，

Believing that; and both are satisfied,

假如没有人对自己判断错误。或撒谎。

If no one has misjudged himself. Or lied.