His vision, from the constantly passing bars,

它的目光被那走不完的铁栏

has grown so weary that it cannot hold

缠得这般疲倦，什么也不能收留。

anything else. It seems to him there are

它好像只有千条的铁栏杆，

a thousand bars; and behind the bars, no world.

千条的铁栏后便没有宇宙。

As he paces in cramped circles, over and over,

强韧的脚步迈着柔软的步容，

the movement of his powerful soft strides

步容在这极小的圈中旋转，

is like a ritual dance around a center

仿佛力之舞围绕着一个中心，

in which a mighty will stands paralyzed.

在中心一个伟大的意志昏眩。

Only at times, the curtain of the pupils

只有时眼帘无声地撩起。——

lifts, quietly--. An image enters in,

于是有一幅图像浸入，

rushes down through the tensed, arrested muscles,

通过四肢紧张的静寂——

plunges into the heart and is gone.

在心中化为乌有。