Nobody heard him, the dead man,   

没有人听见他，那个死者，

But still he lay moaning:

而他仍躺在那里哀叹：

I was much further out than you thought   

我出去的地方比你以为的远得多

And not waving but drowning.

而我不是在挥手而是在溺水。

Poor chap, he always loved larking

可怜的家伙，他总是爱作弄

And now he’s dead

但现在他死了

It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,   

肯定是太冷了，他的心脏受不了了，

They said.

他们说。

Oh, no no no, it was too cold always   

啊不不不，这里一向都很冷

(Still the dead one lay moaning)   

（那死者仍躺在那里哀叹）

I was much too far out all my life   

我一生总是走得太远

And not waving but drowning.

而我不是在挥手，而是在溺水