I haven't fucked much with the past, 我没有太多性交与过去，

But I've fucked plenty with the future. 但我搞砸很多与未来。

Over the skin of silk are scars 在丝绸的皮肤疤痕

From the splinters of stations 从站的稀里哗啦

And walls I've caressed. 和墙壁，我抚摸着。

   

A stage is like each bolt of wood, 的一个阶段就是像木头的每个螺栓，

Like a log of Helen, is my pleasure. 像日志海伦，是我的荣幸。

I would measure the success of a night 我想衡量一个晚上的成功

By the way by the way by the amount of piss and seed 顺便顺便通过小便和种子的量

I could exude over the columns that nestled the P.A. 我可以散发出了依偎在宾夕法尼亚州的列

   

Some nights I'd surprise everybody by skipping off 有些晚上，我跳过了大家惊喜

With a skirt of green net sewed over 随着绿网的裙子上缝

With flat metallic circles which dazzled and flashed. 随着平板金属圈的目不暇接，一闪而过。

The lights were violet and white. 灯光是紫色和白色。

I had an ornamental veil, but I couldn't bear to use it. 我有一个装饰性的面纱，但我舍不得用它。

   

When my hair was cropped, I craved covering, 当我的头发被修剪，我渴望覆盖，

But now my hair itself is a veil, 但现在我的头发本身就是一个面纱，

And the scalp inside is a scalp of 和头皮里面的头皮

A crazy and sleepy Comanche 一个疯狂又困科曼奇

Lies beneath this netting of the skin. 位于该网的皮肤下面。

   

I wake up. I am lying peacefully 我醒来。我躺在和平

I am lying peacefully and my knees are open to the sun. 我安静躺在我的膝盖是开放的阳光。

I desire him, and he is absolutely ready to seize me. 我渴望他，他绝对是准备抓住我。

In heart I am a Moslem; 在心脏我是穆斯林;

In heart I am an American; 在心脏我是美国人;

In heart I am Moslem, 在心脏我是穆斯林，

In heart I'm an American artist, 在心脏我是一个美国艺术家，

And I have no guilt. 我有没有罪恶感。

   

I seek pleasure. 我寻求快感。

I seek the nerves under your skin. 我请在你的皮肤上的神经。

The narrow archway; the layers; 狭窄的拱门;层;

The scroll of ancient lettuce. 古生菜的滚动。

   

We worship the flaw, the belly, the belly, 我们崇拜的缺陷，腹部，肚子，

The mole on the belly of an exquisite whore. 在一个精致的妓女的肚皮摩尔。

He spared the child and spoiled the rod. 他不顾孩子和溺爱杆。

I have not sold myself to God. 我没有卖我自己的上帝。