What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,

我的唇吻过谁的唇，为什么，在何地，

I have forgotten, and what arms have lain

我都已忘记，我的头枕着谁的臂弯

Under my head till morning; but the rain Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh Upon the glass and listen for reply,

直到清晨，我也忘记，而今晚

And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain

冷雨中充满鬼魂，敲打着窗玻璃，

For unremembered lads that not again

叹息着，等待我的回应，

Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.

在我心中，一股隐痛搅动翻转，

为了那些被遗忘的少年，

Thus in the winter stands the lonely tree,

不再于子夜时向我哭泣失声。

Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,

Yet knows its boughs more silent than before:

就像孤独的树在冬日里茕茕独立，

I cannot say what loves have come and gone,

不知什么样的鸟儿一只一只消失不见，

I only know that summer sang in me

只知道枝头比以往寂静了许多，

A lttle while, that in me sings no more.

我说不出哪些爱情来过又离开，

只知道夏天曾经在我心中歌唱

一会儿，而如今已经不再。