看，那些触角——是蜗牛。

Oh, the horns—so it’s a snall.

若想讨我们欢心，懒姑娘呵，

Sluggard, if you wish to please us

从今须把功课更熟地温习；

Study harder, and you won’t fail!

我们早已不是持久地

We aren’t those same rowdy drunks

醉在极地饮料里的坏小子，

Swilling polar concoctions

当浪涛也不再靠冰而活。

Since the ice floes have lately shrunk.

十六岁：覆盆子味的冰激凌。

Aged sixteen: the ice is raspberry;

我绝不掏空你的提篮，

I won’t ransack your basket

在这讥诮的黎明陨死之前。

Till the jeering dawn is fit to bury.

到我这般年纪，眼泪已不复迷人；

At my age, it looks dumb to cry;

我将去太阳近旁，退进阁楼里，

I’ll climb near the sun, up in the attic,

让眼泪干涸得再快一点。

So that my tears will quickly dry.