尿尿后回床，

Groping back to bed after a piss

打开窗帘，

I part thick curtains, and am startled by

看速云皎月。

The rapid clouds, the moon’s cleanliness.

四点钟：花园上，

Four o’clock: wedge-shadowed gardens lie

风穿凿的穹苍，

Under a cavernous, a wind-picked sky.

让人发笑。

There’s something laughable about this,

月在云朵间穿行，

The way the moon dashes through clouds that blow

分开好似硝烟，

Loosely as cannon-smoke to stand apart

（微光如石如岩，锐化屋檐）。

(Stone-coloured light sharpening the roofs below)

高处荒谬的孤悬，

High and preposterous and separate——

爱的形状，艺术的勋章。

Lozenge of love! Medallion of art!

阿，狼的记忆，广袤无边，

O wolves of memory! Immensements! No,

不，从那里看去，会轻轻颤栗，

One shivers slightly, looking up there.

坚硬明亮、

The hardness and the brightness and the plain

普遍而深远的单一凝视，

Far-reaching singleness of that wide stare

让人忆起年轻时的，

Is a reminder of the strength and pain

力量与痛苦。它不会再来，

Of being young; that it can’t come again,

但依旧在那里、在别处。

But is for others undiminished somewhe