乔的铺子邋遢，狄克的小店肮脏，
我们喝酒不挑地方；
挽着玛吉，搂着凯蒂，
大家上楼结对成双；
又像馋猫，又像老鼠，
流浪汉把家的滋味品尝。
水手之友，阔气的梅格，
眼睛大大，玛莲姑娘，
我拒绝走进她们的房间，
尽管她们向我张开臂膀；
我不想去寻找囚笼，
我不愿老来呆坐那个牢房。
母亲们果园中的夜莺，
一只只全都哀哀歌唱；
我们的心早已破碎，
还总让别人痛断肝肠；
泪珠滚圆，大海深邃，
泪洒水中，进入梦乡。
Song Of The Master And Boatswain
Wystan Hugh Auden
At Dirty Dick's and Sloppy Joe's
We drank our liquor straight,
Some went upstairs with Margery,
And some, alas, with Kate;
And two by two like cat and mouse
The homeless played at keeping house.
There Wealthy Meg, the Sailor's Friend,
And Marion, cow-eyed,
Opened their arms to me but I
Refused to step inside;
I was not looking for a cage
In which to mope my old age.
The nightingales are sobbing in
The orchards of our mothers,
And hearts that we broke long ago
Have long been breaking others;
Tears are round, the sea is deep:
Roll them overboard and sleep.
