From faded newsprint used to wrap a fish 从用于包装鱼类褪色新闻纸

Inscrutably the muse selects your face Inscrutably缪斯选择你的脸

As I sit drinking famously in an Irish bar 当我坐在一家爱尔兰酒吧喝酒名言

Five thousand miles and thirty years away 五千里三十年走

   

With the usual ceremonial you were crowned one night 与通常的礼仪你加冕一晚

King of the field where doctors nail the cows 现场那里的医生指甲奶牛王

To make of the cock's quill the rights of language 为了使公鸡的外套管语言的权利

And the pricking heart a sword against the hours 与穿刺心脏对小时剑

   

Let smirking scholars writhe in their favourite bondage 让奸笑学者在扭动自己喜爱的束缚

And hold you plaintiff to the charge of art 而原告抱着你的艺术充电

Exhibit A: he falls on legendary lines 附件A ：他落在了传说中的行

Singing mother I don't want a pain here in my heart 唱歌的母亲，我不希望在这里在我的心脏一痛

   

The judge in me sucks eggs and jerks the sacred meat 在我的判断吮吸鸡蛋和抽搐神圣的肉

But the boy in me still dreams in Milk Wood town 但是，在我的孩子还在梦想乳木镇

Like two provincial bastards playing the galleries 就像两个省级混蛋打画廊

I hold your photo to a mirror upside down 我抱着你的照片到镜像颠倒

   

And as bacon wafts through hungry streets, your ghost pervades 正如培根充溢饥饿的街道，你的鬼中普遍

Just like an old ex-boxer aged twenty two 就像一个古老的前拳击手， 22岁

Staged-up like Falstaff or the wild welsh Rimbaud 上演，像福斯塔夫或野生威尔士兰波

You'd laugh to see the monograms they make of you 你会笑，看他们让你的印章

Ah, Mr. Thomas let us ramble through the midnight fair 嗯， Thomas先生让我们漫步穿过午夜公平

Let us throw old bottles at the ferris wheel 让我们扔掉旧瓶子在摩天轮

Let us paint library on the library let us raid the moonlight 让我们画库对库，让我们突袭月光

Let us steal whatever we are supposed to steal 让我们偷什么，我们都应该偷

   

Let us watch while the days grow daily more mundane 让我们看，而天每天更世俗的成长

That rough God go riding with his shears 那粗糙的神骑走他的剪刀

Hack wide the belly of the swollen mountains 哈克宽的山肿肚

And rip molten heroes forth from their furious tears 和RIP熔融英雄出来，从他们的愤怒的眼泪

   

Oh, Mr. Thomas, oh, Mr. Thomas, 哦，托马斯先生，哦，托马斯先生，

Let us steal whatever we're supposed to steal 让我们偷什么我们应该偷

Mr. Thomas, oh, Mr. Thomas, 托马斯先生，哦，托马斯先生，

Why don't we feel whatever we're supposed to feel 为什么我们不觉得什么我们应该感到

   

Oh, Mr. Thomas, Mr. Thomas, 哦，托马斯先生，托马斯先生，

Why don't we feel whatever we're supposed to feel 为什么我们不觉得什么我们应该感到

Oh, Mr. Thomas let us ramble through the midnight 哦，托马斯先生让我们漫步穿过午夜

Let us throw bottles at the ferris wheel 让我们扔瓶子的摩天轮

Let us paint library on the library let us raid the moonlight 让我们画库对库，让我们突袭月光

Let us steal whatever we're supposed to steal 让我们偷什么我们应该偷