哀伤

为什么那缕灰丝

自我指间

被遗忘了的香烟浮起，

为什么它烦恼我？

啊，你会明白的；

当我抱我母亲下楼，

只那么几次，在她

软脚的卧病初期，

我该发现，为了惩罚

我的欢乐，几根长长的灰发

在我外套胸口；一根接一根

我看它们浮上黑烟囱。

SORROW

Why does the thin grey strand

Floating up from the forgotten

Cigarette between my fingers,

Why does it trouble me?

Ah, you will understand;

When I carried my mother downstairs,

A few times only, at the beginning

Of her soft-foot malady,

I should find, for a reprimand

To my gaiety, a few long grey hairs

On the breast of my coat; and one by one

I watched them float up the dark chimney.