After the first powerful plain manifesto

在第一声强有力的、素朴的宣告后

The black statement of pistons, without more fuss

活塞发表黑色声明，没有多余混乱

But gliding like a queen, she leaves the station.

滑行如一位女王，她离开站台。

Without bowing and with restrained unconcern

不鞠躬，拘谨而又潇洒

She passes the houses which humbly crowd outside,

她经过房屋，它们卑微地拥挤在外，

The gasworks and at last the heavy page

煤气厂，最后经过沉重的书页

Of death, printed by gravestones in the cemetery.

它们来自死亡，由墓地里的一块块墓碑刻印。

Beyond the town there lies the open country

穿过城镇，来到开阔的土地

Where, gathering speed, she acquires mystery,

那里，加快速度，她获取了神秘，

The luminous self-possession of ships on ocean.

海洋上船只的发光拥有物。

It is now she begins to sing—at first quite low

现在她开始歌唱了——起初非常低

Then loud, and at last with a jazzy madness—

继而高昂，最后带着爵士乐般的疯狂——

The song of her whistle screaming at curves,

她在转弯处发出尖锐叫喊，

Of deafening tunnels, brakes, innumerable bolts.

那些隧道，刹车，不可计数的螺栓的震耳欲聋的歌声。

And always light, aerial, underneath

并且总是轻盈的、浮于空中、在下边，

Goes the elate metre of her wheels.

退却了车轮有韵律的节拍。

Steaming through metal landscape on her lines

冒着蒸汽在铁路线上她穿过金属景观，

She plunges new eras of wild happiness

她跃入了白色的幸福的新时代，

Where speed throws up strange shapes, broad curves

速度产生了奇特的形状，宽广的曲线

And parallels clean like the steel of guns.

并行的铁轨像子弹射出后的轨道一样优美。

At last, further than Edinburgh or Rome,

最后，远于爱丁堡、罗马

Beyond the crest of the world, she reaches night

越过了世界尽头，她夜晚到达

Where only a low streamline brightness

起伏的小山上只有一束

Of phosphorus on the tossing hills is white.

流线形的磷光低闪。

Ah, like a comet through flame, she moves entranced

啊，像彗星穿越了火焰，她带着迷狂前进，

Wrapt in her music no bird song, no, nor bough

包裹在音乐里，没有鸟儿的歌唱，全然没有，树枝

Breaking with honey buds, shall ever equal.

打破蜜的花苞，也不比这更美好。