爱情不是全部：不是肉不是酒

Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink

不是睡眠也不是遮风挡雨的屋顶；

Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain;

不是供起起落落的人们

Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink

一次次上升而下沉的浮木；

And rise and sink and rise and sink again;

爱不能让增厚的肺充满呼吸，

Love can not fill the thickened lung with breath,

不能清洁血液，或接好断裂的骨头；

Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone;

然而，就在我说话时，多少人

Yet many a man is making friends with death

正在跟死亡交朋友，只因为缺少爱，

Even as I speak, for lack of love alone.

也可能是处在一个艰难的时刻，

It well may be that in a difficult hour,

被痛苦压倒，为解脱呻吟，

Pinned down by pain and moaning for release,

或因为缺乏做决定的力量而烦心；

Or nagged by want past resolution’s power,

我可能被迫出卖你的爱以求安宁，

I might be driven to sell your love for peace,

或者以这晚的回忆换取食物。

Or trade the memory of this night for food.

这很有可能。我想我不会。

It well may be. I do not think I would.