To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet; 期待着一个面孔去邂逅你所遇到的面孔们；

There will be time to murder and create, 留住时间去谋杀去创造大山

And time for all the works and days of hands 时间为你手中的工作和日子准备着

That lift and drop a question on your plate; 好让你为盘中餐去扒窃去弄出麻烦

Time for you and time for me, 在时间中你我难辨

And time yet for a hundred indecisions, 时间里也有一百种优柔寡断，

And for a hundred visions and revisions, 还有一百种前景和改删，

Before the taking of a toast and tea. 以后就别指望喝着茶儿把杯干。

In the room the women come and go女人来到房间又离开

Talking of Michelangelo. 谈着米开朗基罗做爱。

And indeed there will be time还有时间真实在

To wonder, "Do I dare?" and, "Do I dare?" 它迷惑，“我敢吗？”，“我敢吗？”

Time to turn back and descend the stair, 说话间时间转身走着楼梯往下，

With a bald spot in the middle of my hair—我的头发中间怎么就有了秃斑，咦呀—

(They will say: "How his hair is growing thin!") （他们会说：“他的头发生得真稀薄！”）

My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin, 我的晨装，我的衣领硬架着下巴颏，

My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin— 富贵谦和的领结却非要用别针弄着

(They will say: "But how his arms and legs are thin!") （他们会说：“他的胳膊腿儿还是太单薄！”）

Do I dare 我怎敢

Disturb the universe? 去烦扰宇宙？

In a minute there is time 也就是这会儿有时间

For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse. 去决定并修正如何才能让片刻能颠覆。

For I have known them all already, known them all: 我已太知道他们了，太知道他们了：

Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons, 知道夜晚、早上、午后的欢场，

I have measured out my life with coffee spoons; 我已用咖啡匙称出了生活的重量

I know the voices dying with a dying fall 知道将死的声音随着暮秋陨消

Beneath the music from a farther room. 远处的房间传出渐近的音乐声响

So how should I presume? 我怎好如此冒昧地去设想？

And I have known the eyes already, known them all-- 我太熟悉他们的目光了，太熟悉了：

The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase, 那种目光用策划好的措词盯住你，

And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin, 没等我反应，它的针头已露出锋芒，

When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall, 等我的针头也伸出，它已爬在墙上开始扭动了，

Then how should I begin 我不知道该如何动手

To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways? 不呕咳出埋伏在我的日子和出路上的可笑豆该如何是好？

And how should I presume? 我又怎好冒昧地去设想？

And I have known the arms already, known them all-- 我已太清楚武器了，太清楚了——