Groping back to bed after a piss

尿尿后回床，

I part thick curtains, and am startled by

打开窗帘，

The rapid clouds, the moon’s cleanliness.

看速云皎月。

Four o’clock: wedge-shadowed gardens lie

四点钟：花园上，

Under a cavernous, a wind-picked sky.

风穿凿的穹苍，

There’s something laughable about this,

让人发笑。

The way the moon dashes through clouds that blow

月在云朵间穿行，

Loosely as cannon-smoke to stand apart

分开好似硝烟，

(Stone-coloured light sharpening the roofs below)

（微光如石如岩，锐化屋檐）。

High and preposterous and separate——

高处荒谬的孤悬，

Lozenge of love! Medallion of art!

爱的形状，艺术的勋章。

O wolves of memory! Immensements! No,

阿，狼的记忆，广袤无边，

One shivers slightly, looking up there.

不，从那里看去，会轻轻颤栗，

The hardness and the brightness and the plain

坚硬明亮、

Far-reaching singleness of that wide stare

普遍而深远的单一凝视，

Is a reminder of the strength and pain

让人忆起年轻时的，

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

力量与痛苦。它不会再来，

But is for others undiminished somewhe

但依旧在那里、在别处。