大意是“朕好喜欢这个忧郁的老坏蛋呀嗷嗷，可是朕又娶不了他，好伤心呀嗷嗷嗷”这样
The Hours of Sadness
Comes the golden Light of the Dogdayafternoon...
盛夏午后的阳光照进宫殿
waiting for the sacred Hour when he comesto my Room.
等待着他觐见的神圣时刻
He brings me Flowers beautiful, he's beendoing that for Years,
他献给我鲜花，一如既往
and photographic Memories, Trophies ofhis... Victories...
还有照片，他胜利的纪念
Vouchers of Conquests, boldly flagged,streaming high... on Mass of
Battle-ships,
征服的旗帜高悬在无数艘战舰上猎猎作响
sailing on the troubled Seas,
它们迎着惊涛骇浪
Waters of dull Aquaintances,
——他阴沉的老朋友
spread out on the Blackness here of thisshroud-like tablecloth crocheted...
散布在漆黑如殓衾的海面上
glossy Evidance of Lust, of all thehandsome Men he had.
他英俊的战士们斗志昂扬
Like an Assassin's Game of Cards,
就像一种刺客的卡牌游戏
unshuffled Oracle of Love,
“爱的神谕”
of one Nightstands, half hearted Loss,
象征着一夜情，魂不守舍
stolen Kisses, past Jerk-offs.
偷吻，旧爱
Liassons that went nowhere,
无所适从
fleeting Moments, without Hope or Care,
飞逝的瞬间，百无聊赖
all laid out now before me here
就是现在摆在我面前的一切
between Dessert Plates & cups of Tea.
在餐盘和茶盏之间
I feel for him
我同情他
as I feel for no other Man,
我从来没对别人有过这种感情
but Sadness is the only Thing
然而，悲哀
that he and I will ever share...
我们分享的永远只有悲哀
Each Polaroid, it bears a young,
照片中的面庞
but slightly out-of-focus Face,
模糊而年轻
white Teeth exposed in Flashlight-smiles,
在闪光灯前露齿微笑
well-defined Bodies, strong & tanned...
强壮黝黑的身影轮廓分明
Names & Numbers, Cyphers traced
名字与编号按照密码编排
like Promises upon each Frame,
像一个个诺言嵌在相框中
according to the features shown;
所有这些面容展现出的
sadly, all poses look the same.
是悲哀，不约而同
I hardly speak, I rarely do,
我几乎不言语，也不做为
my role is just to sit & listen
我的角色仅仅是端坐在那里倾听
to the Tales he unfolds, offers to me,
听他向我陈述
his palest "Hunt of Agony"...
陈述他黯然的“痛苦狩猎”
the sexless priest,
无趣的神甫
the joyless Clown,
无趣的弄臣
who never judges, only frowns,
从来不动脑筋，只会皱着眉头
Sipping tea & offering Chocolate Cake,
抿着茶水，供奉点心
for it does concole the Heart that lies inAche.
就因为这能安慰那颗疼痛的心
The fading portraits on my walls,
墙壁上褪色的
dead people I have never met,
我从未谋面的肖像
unlike his photos, Trophies all,
不同于他的照片，纪念品
decount to Lovers, Men he had...
不算做恋人，还有他的战士们
I feel for him
我同情他
as I feel for no other Man,
我从来没对别人有过这种感情
but Sadness is the only Thing
然而，悲哀
that he and I will ever share...
我们分享的永远只有悲哀