亲爱的，尽管夜晚已经走了，

Dear, though the night is gone,

梦还在今天出没，

Its dream still haunts today,

把我们带进巨穴般

That brought us to a room

高耸的房间，就像

Cavernous, lofty as

火车终点站，

A railway terminus,

几张床拥挤在

And crowded in that gloom

黑暗里，我们合为一体

Were beds, and we in one

在远处的角落里躺下。

In a far corner lay.

我们的低语不会吵醒时钟，

Our whisper woke no clocks,

我们亲吻，我沉醉于

We kissed and I was glad

你做的每件事情，不在乎那些

At everything you did,

以敌对的眼神对坐在

Indifferent to those

每张床上的恋人们，

Who sat with hostile eyes

他们的手臂绕在对方的脖子上，

In pairs on every bed,

呆滞并且暧昧地悲伤。

Arms round each other's neck,

inert and vaguely sad.

哦，但我是怎样的内疚之虫

或者恶毒的怀疑

O but what worm of guilt

的牺牲品，

Or what malignant doubt

然后你，毫无廉耻地

Am I the victim of,

坦白另有所爱，

That you then, unabashed,

这完全出乎我的意料，

Did what I never wished,

我，恭顺地，感到

Confessed another love;

毫无兴致，并且离开？

And I, submissive, felt

Unwanted and went out?