又是四月，又是一年

April again, and it's a year again

自从你走出去，砰地关上门

Since you walked out and slammed the door

留下纠结在你话语中的我们。你的精神

Leaving us tangled in your words. Your brain

生活在银行书中，你的眼睛

Lives in the bank-book and your eyes look up

笑着从地板上的地毯上向上看

Laughing from the carpet on the floor:

我们依然饮着你银杯中的酒。

And we still drink from your silver cup.

自从他们把哑然的泥土倾倒进你的口中

It is a year again since they poured

又是一年：

The dumb ground into your mouth:

可是我们知道，某些循环的话语

And yet we know, by some recurring word

扑捉无意识的样子，你仍然

Or look caught unawares, that you still drive

驱赶着我们的思想像你青春时代的矮腿马——

Our thoughts like the smart cobs of your youth –

彼时你和世界都活着。

When you and the world were alive.

又一年，我们落在艰难时世中

A year again, and we have fallen on bad times

自从他们给你蛆虫。

Since they gave you to the worms.

我羞愧于在这些韵律中得到快乐

I am ashamed to take delight in these rhymes

没有悲痛；可是你需要的不是眼泪

Without grief; but you need no tears.

我们将永远不会忘记也不会逃离你，也不会

We shall never forget nor escape you, nor make terms

和你的敌人达成协议，这稍纵即逝的扬长而去的岁月

With your enemies, the swift departing years.