In his fear of solitude, he made us.

在对孤独的恐惧中，他制造了我们，

Fearing eternity, he gave us time.

因为害怕永恒，它给我们以时间。

I hear his white cane thumping

我听到他的白色藤杖

Up and down the hall.

来来回回地敲击大厅的地板。

I expect neighbors to complain, but no.

我以为邻居会抱怨，但是没有。

The little girl who sobbed

那个在父亲爬上她的床时

When her daddy crawled into her bed

会抽泣的小女孩，

Is quiet now.

现在已经不再出声。

It's quarter to two.

现在是差一刻两点。

On this street of darkened pawnshops,

在这条街上，

Welfare hotels and tenements,

当铺、福利旅馆和廉价公寓已经漆黑一片，

One or two ragged puppets are awake.

有一两个破旧的木偶还醒着。