The disc brakes drag, 盘式制动器拖，

the chequered flag sweeps across the oil-slick track. 格子旗扫过浮油轨道。

The young man's home; dry as a bone. 年轻人的家;干燥的骨头。

His helmet off, he waves: the crowd waves back. 他的头盔脱落，他浪：浪人群后面。

One lap victory roll. Gladiator soul. 一圈胜利卷。角斗士的灵魂。

The taker of the day in winning has to say, 一天中赢得接受者不得不说，

Isn't it grand to be playing to the stand, 是不是大到可以玩到的立场，

dead or alive. 是死是活。

   

The sunlight streaks through the curtain cracks, 透过窗帘缝隙的阳光条纹，

touches the old man where he sleeps. 倒是这位老人，他睡。

The nurse brings up a cup of tea --- 护士带来了一杯茶---

two biscuits and the morning paper mystery. 两片饼干和晨报谜。

The hard road's end, the white god's-send 行路难年底，白gods ，发

is nearer everyday, in dying the old man says, 是每天都更接近，在垂死的老头说，

Isn't it grand to be playing to the stand, 是不是大到可以玩到的立场，

dead or alive. 是死是活。

   

The still-born child can't feel the rain 静止出生的孩子感觉不到雨

as the chequered flag falls once again. 随着格子旗再次下降。

The deaf composer completes his final score. 聋人作曲家完成了他的最后得分。

He'll never hear the sweet encore. 他永远不会听到悦耳的安可。

The chequered flag, the bull's red rag, 格子旗，公牛的红布，

the lemming-hearted hordes 旅鼠心肠成群

running ever faster to the shore singing, 以往更快运行到岸边唱歌，

Isn't it grand to be playing to the stand, 是不是大到可以玩到的立场，

dead or alive. 是死是活。