Twenty-Four Years
by Dylan Thomas

Twenty-four years remind the tears of my eyes.

(Bury the dead for fear that they walk to the grave in labour.)

In the groin of the natural doorway I crouched like a tailor

Sewing a shroud for a journey
By the light of the meat-eating sun.

Dressed to die, the sensual strut begun,

With my red veins full of money,

In the final direction of the elementary town
I advance as long as forever is.
1938

二十四年
狄兰 托马斯

一想起二十四年，就泪眼迷茫

(掩埋死者害怕他们走入分娩的墓葬）
在自然门口的腹股沟里，我蜷缩得像个裁缝
为行程缝着寿衣

借着食肉太阳的光
穿着已毕，等待着死亡，

肉欲开始带着充斥着金钱的红色血脉，趾高气昂
朝着小镇最后的方向

我阔步向前像永恒一样久长
1938