His vision, from the constantly passing bars,

它的目光已被栏杆的晃过

has grown so weary that it cannot hold

弄得这么疲惫，什么也抓不住。

anything else. It seems to him there are

它觉得好像有千条栏杆

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

而千条栏杆后面没有世界。

As he paces in cramped circles, over and over,

强劲而轻捷的脚步柔软地行走，

the movement of his powerful soft strides

在最小最小的圈中旋转，

is like a ritual dance around a center

像一种力之舞环绕一个中心，

in which a mighty will stands paralyzed.

在那里一个伟大的意志晕眩。

Only at times, the curtain of the pupils

不过偶尔瞳孔的帘子

lifts, quietly--. An image enters in,

无声地撩起——于是有一幅图像进入，

rushes down through the tensed, arrested muscles,

穿透四肢紧张的静止——

plunges into the heart and is gone.

随即在心中消失。